America
Freedom comes to those with goals in its triumphant episode,
Through quaint loop holes well learn to sift through its variation & swing
Gone are the relics from past episodes sway
America
In modest decorum we make our abode clear,
With cherished memory's in choices so very dear;
Yet in decisions made from its timely imagination thwart in pain
In ellusive tears torn in rage.
With modest manners in a rush;
We felt the inner tear silences in a simple hush.
Among self dellusion proned toward inner demise then illusion,
The hour of decision fixed on its mission.
A lone blade of grass that was twisted in the wind;
A papal vow to help summon a passing few
Some having bit off far more then they can chew?
In shaded pine we relax in time;
A lone blade of grass attached to its vine,
Sullen briars proned in idol misery equated with logical fear.
Sore vex array to its beautiful flower display.
We will humbly bow are head to pray,
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