Untied States of America
The land I love and grew on ,
to the shores down east abound;
things have gotten out of hand,
and no safe place can be found.....
It matter's not where you're from,
or the color of your skin ;
if this is the land you call home,
help stop the clamor and the din ....
I beg of you Sir ,Donald Trump;
with all allege d's I have said,
I stand behind your efforts ;
Using Military within ....
And any illegal caught here ,
who has a record from prison ,
most certainly is deported;
how the did they get in ???
I would like to see an America ,
where Border's are secured ,
by our Military forces ;
so all feel reassured ....
There is much wrong with certain programs ,
but bystander that I am ;
all I can do is point things out ,
and left feeling pretty thin......
America needs one last hurrah ,
a cheer for one and all;
and get back on track together;
Free to all stand tall ....
Safety is just awareness;
though at times you let it go ,
its not about the guns out there ;
its who has them in the flow.....
Never have I given Rates ,
of any place I been ,
I only been to the USA ;
The Untied States again....
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