These States United - Part I
A watchful white Dove
patiently hovers high
slowly, high up above
as One
of the forgotten few
Look down from the Great Golden
Bird's Eye view
sigh sigh sigh
try not to cry
why why why
is there a teardrop in your Golden eye
try try try
try not to choke
on the clouds
or on the smoke
Fly on your heartbroken
Paternal Wing
so tried and true
not so fast
past the Golden King
that we once loved
that we once knew
there falls the red, the white,
and the beautiful blue
teardrop - so long
so long overdue
What a worthwhile journey
A poor Pilgrim's passage through
Blood-soaked stripes
taint pale me
and Americans of all types
of all shapes, sizes, and colors
and they also paint a colorful you
oh yes, you
yes, you too!
They Are Coming!
to paint you a somber more forgiving hue
Hear the Golden bagpipes
Play for us now
Songs of a Nation
that we cannot replace
The Star Spangled Banner
God Bless America
and Amazing Grace
Pray for us now
God, George, save our Golden Face
Save our Sacred place
On Earth
As it is in Heaven
Where dreams renew
Where our Golden Eagle
Once so gracefully flew
Soar into Heavens of unthinkable
unsinkable
unreachable heights
Through the fears
the tears
and for over 200 years
of a bloodstained
star struck
history
which is reflected in our
and our older brother’s bloodshot eyes
yet still remains
a mystery
Copyright © Ron Ryan | Year Posted 2008
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