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
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