America, Where Are You

I don't digress, my search is true Land that I love, where are you? The freedoms that so richly rang From every mountain top I stretch my ear until I strain Still I can hear them not. The pledge we held so very dear I hardly recognize Our God who made all possible We've grossly put aside. In offense to the forefathers Some even dare to change That great time-honored document The one that bears their names. How long can we hope to stand On a foundation grown corrupt Indeed the blind now lead the blind We're headed for a bitter cup. And so I race to find a trace Of that America The one I knew and loved so well When I was growing up I'll not digress my search is true Land that I love, where are you? RETA PRUITT September 15, 2016