A Conflicting Ameri-Nation

The hope is high, The mind of our nation is in sight, Words of few ignite, Our vision is dimm with fright, My people, My blood, My friends, and the ones I love know not to to hear, What we know is what to fear, My forefathers grew this garden, My grandfathers fought for this nation, My father help develope this land, My generation has no plan, I speak my words of concern, My family wonders what to become, Why not all sit and chat, Let our land be free at last.