Americas Round Table
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This land is your land, this land is my land, we have all forgotten... the earth is the Lords, in the fullness thereof. We are here only for a time. God is the One who we should appeal to take the reins of our country, our fifty states, their cities, areas of town, our schools, jobs and homes; but when will we see that happening?
América's Roundtable,
Kings and Knights of a fable,
Broadening the smorgasbord of a playing field,
Swelling midriffs peak,
they drool as they speak,
for the empires for themselves that they build.
The fine lady now fattened,
America's breast now flattened,
and they ravished her while singing her song,
Without being heard,
they even caged her grand bird.
Making wrong right, and right and wrong.
A now fallen hope,
A dying Pope,
The unrighteous ones had their turn,
New hope to the fable,
bringing truth to the table,
revealing secrets they wish to burn.
But now wait a dang minute,
The one thought to win it,
Things took an outrageous spin,
Now raise a prayer without pride,
Which is worse in the ride.
Here we go with again and again.
It goes to show you each time,
America yours, o she’s mine,
God bless help us in this tug of war
God save the poor dame,
America her name,
Father, please raise her up off the floor.
Copyright © Lovie Divine | Year Posted 2018
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