Farewell, Dear America

Farewell, dear America, farewell for now. The gold that once gleamed bright and shiny upon a hill built through toil,  built with faith and dreams, is for many just a glimmer  far away, it seems. Built by those in revolt against kings and unfair tax, built by those in chains with stripes on their backs, built by those whose beliefs were stronger than those  who wanted their own brand of tyranny imposed. Farewell, dear America, farewell for now. Miss Liberty hasn't taken her final bow. She is patient and caring. She has seen the worst and the best. She carries the torch high in memory of those who now rest, who fought the good fight, who gave America their all, who sacrificed everything to answer the Liberty Bell's call. We shall not bow down, nor bend a knee. We shall not live in fear, nor flee. This is our country, our land, our home, where voices and deeds have woven a beautiful poem that shall ever be spoken, be sung, be read by ones who cherish true Freedom instead of being once again enslaved to power, to greed, but rather hold their heads high in days of darkness, in days of anger  and in times of need. Yes, farewell dear America, farewell for now. You are like a ship of mercy, of love and compassion with a shining golden bow, and sails so strong that no winds can rend. We look forward to sailing upon that ship soon,  yes, soon, once again.