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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required To you this Poet writes away, To caution ‘My People’ of today, That what is wrong is never out’s, But lies within the hearts of doubts, Where O’ Where these thoughts be born? In the darkness ore’ the dawn, Of minds that knelt in disciple, Out of love and compassion respect they win, Long gone are those days, Tongues of youth endlessly sways, Of all the garbage that bore online, All think Albert’s, but intertwine, Sad it is, this reality bites, Blames the lefts blames the rights, In the middle of fires cross, The golden minds of our youths are tossed, Tossed in turmoil endlessly, For what do they study? This!! To be? A machine not human, filled with words, Meaningless and fruitless, chirps these birds, Who's to blame? Now shall we find, Fingers points to all that’s blind, But what really needs a’ stated here’s, Responsible Parents! You failed my dears, I do not mean to stand a-foe, I know the sacrifices deep down below, In horrible truth thou burdened thee, Strange Laws of State and Tyranny! But are the States to be blamed? Look deeper! Behind this game’d, That families lost the laws of God, Took the flowers instead of the rod, And let you children run a-mock, Now it's too late to turn the clock, But light is there, at the end, Return to the Church, God’s marvel splend! It seems too hard to down this through, This teaching of mine is old not new, But it has worked a million years, Get on your Knees! Praying crying with tears, Bring them back O’Lord almighty, O’Virgin most pure protect them thee, From the traps and snares of this enemy, That hold hostage our children, their souls be lost, Fight for us, stand with us during storms tossed, Distressed not O'Parents of all, In the end the Saints and I've-envisioned so, To this 'Diabolical Enemy' a crushing blow, that sends its hurdled into the pit, And once again the sun will rise, On the land of the free and home of the wise! Letters to USA!
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