Release



I sigh when I see, I harbor what I hear,
My heart beats louder when the trouble is so near.
The kids are crying and politicians are lying,
My Nation is sick and seemingly dying.
If only she could remember her beauty and strength,
and turn from her shame to God and repent.
We are not smiling, we are bent over, rolling with pain,
wondering will America ever be great again.

She was beautiful. From sea to shining sea,
A light of hope to all, even unto me.
A young black ghetto child, a girl abused, sitting at river's side,
Yet even then, finding a place for country's pride.

Mansions built on the backs of slaves,
so many of valor fought, until laid in their graves.
For this lady. Liberty.
Now, the beauty of her smile is forgotten by greed.
Brought low by sexual confusion and foolishness like legalized weed.
The old houses are merely shacks,
hangout spots where they can sell crack,
excuse me heroin it is,
that is killing our kids.
Our families, our men, our ladies both young and old,
are being sacrificed and sold, yet not for gold,
but for naught,
into the slavery of society, not by race or gender,
not even for words that are swelling and tender,
But their images of God have been stripped from their hearts
 and replaced with tinkling useless parts. Empty.
They don’t know that God loves them.
He created them with unsearchable power,
purposes and promises that will endure every hour.

We strive, we work, they sit in the day,
They laugh for now, not working for pay.
A contagion they hand out as free to so many,
yet, what troubles will come connected to all those free pennies.
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Submitted by BooHayes on August 11, 2017

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Scheme XXAAXXXX BBCC DDBEEXXXXFFXGGXBXGG HHBX
Closest metre Iambic hexameter
Characters 1,559
Words 291
Stanzas 4
Stanza Lengths 8, 4, 19, 4

Dynisha Cole

I grew up as a young girl, living in ghettos in Mississippi with great expectations. I enjoyed Classical Music and I had an appreciation for many things that were not common in my house or neighborhood. I joined the Army National Guard at the age of seventeen and served for eight years while in school. I obtained a degree in Biological Sciences from the University of Southern Mississippi with the hopes to become an oral surgeon, but writing has always been my passion. Although I have been writing since I was very young, most of my current themes reflect a great change that happened in my life in February 2005. When I hit rock bottom after moving from Chandler, Arizona, Jesus Christ saved my soul and gave me a new hope. Because of the different geographical regions I've lived in, and the cultural differences I was exposed to, I can relate to many types of people. Out of all of the experiences, any achievements and abilities I may seem to have, I offer and owe all the glory to Him, my inspiration. Now I live in a small town, I have a husband and three busy boys that keep me laughing and praying. I am continually encouraged by the love of my church family at Dunn's Memorial in Austin TX. I have a mother, father, step mother, sisters, a brother, aunts, and uncles and friends that I pray my life will be an encouragement to. more…

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