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America 101

America 101
By Curtis Johnson

When I was born in 1949, Harry Truman was the President of The United States.  Of course I do not personally remember him.  Mr. Truman was followed by Mr. Dwight Eisenhower, but I don’t remember him either.  However, the first President that I recall was Mr. John Kennedy who was elected in 1960.  Therefore, in my lifetime I have experienced 12  U. S. Presidents, 10 of which I remember from my childhood of about 10 years of age until the present.  I am now 65 years of age.   

I am by no means a historian, but I have been consciously engaged as an American for more that 50 years.    If  I were asked to summarize America in relation to the life, times, and events of the last 10 Presidents, I would entitle my summary  America 101.  This narrative would cover the period from 1960 to the present 2015.     

If  I were an artist, the portrait would be filled with blood, weapons of war, some symbol of measured peace, government spent dollar bills, aborted babies, new cars, fine homes, and other symbols of prosperity, the homeless and unemployed people, stock markets of bulls and bears, airplanes flying into twin towers.  The list could be endless.   But I am neither historian nor artist, but please allow me to demonstrate in ‘a first person format’ as best I can.  The portrait in words would be as follows:

My name is John F. Kennedy, and as president of the United States, I challenged my fellow Americans with just a  few and simple words.   I said, “Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country”.   I faced a huge crises with the Soviet Union over missiles being shipped and set up in Cuba.   I stood up to the threat and potential war was averted.   

As President, I was commander-in-chief and fought two wars.  I fought the war in Vietnam and the war on poverty.  I’m sorry to say that I lost them both.   I pushed for and signed into law civil rights bills, and I implemented several antipoverty programs.  I declined to run a second term.  My name is Lyndon B. Johnson

As President I took foreign policy seriously and opened up China.  On the home front I sought to establish law and order.  I know that I caused a lot of problems, but I told the American people, “I’m no crook”.  I was elected two terms, but I resigned midway through my second term.  My name is Richard Nixon.

I became your President, but I was never elected by you.  I served for a short period, and I did my best by seeking to united the American people.  I pardoned  President Nixon to bring stability to my country.
For many years I served as Senator from the State of Michigan.  My name is Gerald Ford.

I was born again, and I promised America that I would not lie.  I worked hard for peace in the Middle East.  However, I failed in my attempt to free the hostages in Iran.   I was also a peanut farmer and a Governor of the State of Georgia.  My name is Jimmy Carter.

By the time I became your president I was close to 70 years of age, but I did free the hostages.  I taught that in foreign policy, we needed to ‘trust but verify’.  I said to the President of Russia, “Tear down these walls”.
By the time I left office, those walls came tumbling down.   My name is Ronald Reagan.

When Iraq attacked Kuwait, I united a lot of countries to stop his advance.  I insisted on establishing world order and forced Sadam Housan to leave Kuwait.  The American people loved me for that.  Nevertheless, when the American economy started to deteriorate, my popularity began to unravel.  I said for the people to “read my lips”.  They read my lips and denied me a second term as President.   My name is George Bush.

In my administration, the U.S. economic was turned around.  I did not tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help me God, but I was right about “The Economy Stupid”.   My name is Bill Clinton.

When asked what I wanted  to do in Iraq, I repeatedly said time and time again, “Regime change”.  I finally went to war against Iraq and Saddam Hussein.  I drove him out of office and forced him to be brought to justice.  On the home front the American economy grew sour.  The war was frustrating and longer that I had hoped, but I held to my convictions and was elected to a second term.   My name is George W. Bush.

By the time I was elected to office, the American economy was in shambles, and it would get far worse before it got better.  I came to the oval office with the idea of bringing hope to the American people.  We found and killed Osama Bin laden and brought most of our soldiers home from Iraq.  I have been spending more money that anyone in the history of the world.  We did bail outs, loans, takeovers, grants, and we even helped to stabilize the stock market.  My administration brought healthcare to the forefront, and a national program is underway.  It is very costly, and there is much controversy over my healthcare program.
My administration is still in progress, and I guess only history will reveal the success or failure of all we are doing.   We are still hoping.  My name is Barack Obama.  cj06152015

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2015

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Joan of Arc memorials

I used to live in France, near the Champagne region.
My favorite Notre Dame cathedral is not the one in Paris;
Rather it is Notre Dame de Rheims.

After many battles, Jeanne D'Arc helped the Dauphin Charles
Be crowned the king of France there.

There are many statues in France of Jeanne D'Arc.
Most of them show her riding a horse with sword held high.
I've see that image in many Places in the north.

My favorite statue of her is in Notre Dame de Rheims.
She looks to be standing a vigil in her armor
With her battle flag posted behind her.

I've also been to Place Jeanne D'Arc in the city of Rouen,
Where the British tormented, interrogated, and immolated her.
It didn't look like a sad place, but I felt sad there for her.

I don't know if she really heard angelic voices,
But her story always inspired me--
Probably the only non-Biblical saint that ever did.

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2015

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We hear that patience is a virtue 
Is this true, or simply virtual reality 
When leaders are teaching our youth; 
do as I say, not as I do 
Regression to a version of the American 

Impatience is becoming intolerance 
But to be patient is viewed as ignorance 
In a blind world conforming to violence 
Very few see need for benevolence

Many view crime as way of life 
Government fuels fires, causing strife 
Committing true crime with their lack of 
Our country torn by those who lied

Promoting bigotry and distaste for the 
 But these days color and homosexuality 
are lactose free 
Intolerant of equality, it’s a problem, 
Love is love, embrace the hate 
Hold it tightly until it sees the light

Peace pushed just beyond our reach 
We realize that “hope and change” was 
just a speech 
Wars raging through the land we call 
In God we trust, not this powerful regime

Speak out now with virtuous impatience 
Change is change no matter how small 
the feat
Restore hope with unfaltering acceptance 
and grace 
Serve what you stand for, no time left to 

Copyright © Gabrielle Charisse | Year Posted 2013

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If this is freedom take me to Robinson Island

If this is freedom take me to Robinson Island

When shall we again sing the redemption songs?
The strings of freedom are long forgotten in my nation
Injustice is their system and we pledge to resistance
The freedom our mothers and fathers fought for is enjoyed by the exclusive
The songs of freedom only sound in their ears oh the Lion of my land
Is it not yesterday we condemned injustice and oppression of us the sub Saharan?

Is this what you fought for oh Tongogara?
They enjoy the tax payer’s bread on arms to tyrannize him
I’m embarrassed of my motherland who acquisitions arms in a not
For war but its citizens, then shall it be a state with inhabitants in terror?
We have suddenly became terrorists and suspects in our motherland oh Nehanda
It seems you fought for the graduation of black oppression instead of independence oh my King Nkomo
Raise your head and experience a glance the morning sun again
Those who points out evil are now the enemy by our own leaders
Ask me of the scent of food, water, freedom right I hardly can tell but
I can draw for you the sound of guns sirens teargas button sticks, shockers and
The weight of hand cuffs as well as the walls of Chikurubi and
Oh Lobengula let your bones rise for us our cherished grandpa

For how long oh Kaguvi shall we be second class citizens in our homes
They prefers a white friend for a black one Neo-colonialism some call it
The marketplace you left us oh King Musika are now for the Asian investors
Not it is bad, but our prohibition of vending even in the corners of our towns
You find your child under the rod of a lawman not for crime but gathering for his
Family while foreigners and elite ones are marketing indoors
In their road blocks it either you are white or you pay

If this is freedom the lock me up in chains of slavery
They fail to respect the edicts we contracted on as one, and claim our freedom fo us
Is it so
They rule the book not by it or letting to rule.
Wealthy and deep pockets is abiding by the law for the tribunal is on sale
Justice is now found in the market place than the courtrooms
Say a word against them congratulate me if you see the morning sun
We pray for our sons and daughters oh Lion of my nation,
For how long shall they persecute our prophets oh Fathers of Africa
Chikurubi has rather been turned into a church and school for the just lie in her bosom
For how long o God shall we be captive in our own homes
If things gets hard we calm if they are harder were most calm
In their hardest times composure dwells in us but the time has come
Tajamuka, sesijamukile hatichada sesifuni enough is enough

Copyright © collen gaga | Year Posted 2016

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A Woman Warrior's Soliloquy

My country, the U.S.A. is not for men only but for all Her children 
and that’s why I joined the military to protect this beautiful country 
from all the foes who surround us.

To defeat the enemies 
who wanted to quench the ever-burning torch 
that our Lady of Liberty holds high in the air
I joined the military with pride.

Whether they are visible or not,
I must keep my vigilant eyes on enemies
go and attack their fortress before they attack us,
make them fall to the ground before they harm our Lady 
who stands tall by the eastern shore of this beautiful country.

As a woman,
I know there are many different ways to serve the country 
with feminine trends, do good to the society, add something 
to make better for the future generations to come, 

I chose to wear a military uniform, nonetheless.
Because I heard the horrible story of Peal Harbor
from my grandpa when I was a little girl,
I witnessed the fall of the Twin Towers
and the death of many innocent lives 
only because they were American,
only because this country is unbearably beautiful 
to the eyes of those covetous enviers.

I understand that 
from the beginning of the history of our nation 
to this critical hour of war on terror,
many lives were sacrificed to keep America strong,
there were many men and women who fought to keep America 
as the country with the spirit of unyielding,
and that’s why I joined the military.

I am a proud daughter of America
the most beautiful country in the world.
I am a uniformed service woman of America
the mightiest country on earth.

Let us keep America for the people of America,
let us make our Star-Spangled Banners flutter 
on the top of our nation’s highest mountains forever. 

*For International--exclusively for U.S., Women's Day 


Copyright © Su Ben | Year Posted 2015

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Soldier: An Emblem of Sacrifice

We know only those faces,
We have seen in history.
Yet countless strange faces are there
Who fought for the country.
We can never repudiate 
Selfless sacrifices of those men,
So I am paying tribute to all those
Martyrs and soldiers through my pen.
Indulged in your duties,
Far away from your family and loving ones.
You fight for our
Dreams, hopes and liberty,
Strutting boldly amidst the raging guns.
Whether it is scorching rays of Sun
Or it is blood freezing cold,
You fight relentlessly
Standing so strong and bold.
You are the true sons of the nation.
For the sake of our lives,
Irrigating this land with your blood
Is your only passion.

Time will never obliterate the fact…
You stand for us like an adobe.
With lion like courage and firmness of temper,
You have made our tricolor 
Shimmer throughout the globe.
Death can’t cease you to live
As you live even after dying.
I salute your martyrdom,
For you never got older.
Fighting to keep us free,
It is the stiffest thing 
To be you- A SOLDIER......

Copyright © Hina Saxena | Year Posted 2014

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Veterans Day


Our country, however described,
Is still our land, A Gift from God.
It to be defended by the able,
The land where Patriots trod.

Increasingly we express our love,
Especially those who have served.
This is our native land,
More that we deserve.

God made the country,
Man took control.
What wonder then we are in turmoil,
It tears my very soul.

Our home is a philosopher's dream,
He thinks he is in command.
But if he did not defend it in uniform,
He does not deserve this land.

He reads and contemplates the power,
The vast garden does bestow.
But he abuses its very foundation,
He just will never know.

It took our loyal ones in uniform,
To stand brave and tall.
To show those who would harm us,
They were headed for a fall.

Thank God for our military,
Remember those who gave their life.
Plus those who retired with honor,
We did our best and bore the strife.

One nation under God,
Let us not forget.
He still is the One in charge,
He hasn't left us yet.


Copyright © Raymond Morgan | Year Posted 2014

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"Let all the ends thou aimest at, by thy country, Thy God, and Truths.  Shakespeare

The bugler played Taps,
Shoes glistened in the sun.
Uniforms worn with pride,
To honor the last one.

Washington, Jefferson, Adams and more,
A new republic for all.
Their lives, family and fortune,
Risked so we would not fall.

A call to arms dear patriot,
A nation to defend.
Many would die for freedom,
They fought to the end.

We were torn asunder,
Our roots pulled apart.
The North and South in battle,
Tore at our country's heart.

The leaders from one land,
Called to calm the world.
We sent our finest,
Victory certain when our flag unfurled.

The greatest inventions known to man,
Came from the USA.
We shared with our friends,
To bring a better day.

An election changed things,
A leader for himself.
Destroyed al we love,
Denied a chance for wealth.

Foreigners tell us what to do,
Control our daily life.
We buried the last patriot,
We now live in fear and strife.

United States Air Force, Retired

Copyright © Raymond Morgan | Year Posted 2015

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My Lost Legacy

At the land’s end I stand, like my ancestors of Indus-Valley
Looking for my lost legacy, while the tri-sea emitted in hue
Dishes once prepared for celestial wedding but poured in adieu 
Into its mouth, as sand, shells and beads, in repeated dilly-dally.

At the land’s end I stand, like rishi Agastya, who captured
Whole River in his rage, once stood here on mission to level
Peninsula Bharat as world converged for Siva’s marital revel
In Himalayas; if crow marooned his rage, row my riches ruptured.

At the land’s end I stand, like Parasurama who in a sober mood
Once wielded his axe pushing Arabian Sea to make a land, lush
With peppers, heating even snake Vasuki to vomit in holy blush;
If paternal command made his matricide, fratricide pursued our feud.

At the land’s end I stand where once stood Ramakrisna’s disciple
After stirring conscience of world in Chicago; beyond here was held
Assembly of great litterateurs ere the second was in temple city held;
If ocean immersed my land and literature, emotion forged our typal.

At the land’s end I stand still, as hands of time forever pull sun
From eastern bay in its zeal of morn, only to push it down western
Sea sealing day on its rolling wheel; legacy once to powers western
I lost; I seek once again, striving with vigor tirelessly like the sun.

Copyright © Swamidhason Francis | Year Posted 2015

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Thanksliving 2014

"Let us be thankful" Hebrews 12:28

Times are tough this year,
Seems we should cry.
Many lost their jobs,
Please Lord, tell me why.

The pain will not go away,
Doctors tried for months.
What can we do now,
We don't have many wants.

Foreigners flood our land,
The the few jobs that remain.
Want everything for free,
Bring us peace again.

Our leaders do not care,
Destroy our given rights.
Christians persecuted everywhere,
We are to weak for fights.

Sodom and Gomorrah,
The ancient days of Rome.
Lifestyles that destroyed these nations,
Now legal in our home.

One Nation Under God,
You gave this land to be.
Those elected do not believe in you,
We live in misery.

Help us find our way,
Top return to One God.
Then we will have Thanks-living,
Where your faithful ones once trod.


Copyright © Raymond Morgan | Year Posted 2014

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De Rerum Natura (On The Nature Of Things)

What end, our patience,
Of those who know not?
Shame on those,
Who speak without thought.

Gallant souls tend to be,
Mediators for good.
Written documents for proof,
Doing what honorably people should.

No common good is found,
Some try to dominate.
No justice, it is wrong,
Please, please, we cannot wait.

What power came to them,
Why are they so cruel?
The burning pain in my heart,
I feel such a fool.

Please read our constitution,
It is a road map for good.
Defend it unto death,
You promised that you would.

Every nation has its rulers,
Character guides their way.
In America people have the power,
Elected ones have gone astray.

Liberty demands a dwelling place,
Our founders made it so.
Tyrants control our government,
It is time for them to go.

The pride of wealth,
Determines now who lead.
The masters of law and the courts,
Make our people bleed.


Copyright © Raymond Morgan | Year Posted 2015

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Super Bowl Number Fifty,
A spectacular affair.
My favorite part,
Up in the air.

Five fighter jets,
Stirred hearts of the world.
Flying in formation,
As the flag unfurled.

A tribute to America,
Televised to many lands.
Patriotism at its very best,
We are in good hands.

Our nation's finest,
Trained to serve.
Protect our homeland,
More than we deserve.

Bi-planes in World War One,
Become an Ace by downing five.
Their courage changed the world,
Many sons came home alive.

Big Bombers all the rage,
The Second World War was here.
Fighters for support,
Men who knew no fear.

Korea came along,
South against the North.
Jets now ruled the skies,
Our nation knew their worth.

Protect us in the air,
Be proud of what you do.
Let the world see who you are,
Honor the Red, the White, the Blue.

Master Sergeant, USAF-Retired

Copyright © Raymond Morgan | Year Posted 2016

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One liners that will make your heart skip a beat

1. "When circumstances marked separation,'hope' kept them together."
2. "He sacrificed the 'love'for his family;for the love for his country."
3."She took just a 'moment'to throw those gifts;which were given to cherish some moments forever."
4."The pain of her son leaving her house was much greater than the pain of her son leaving her womb."
5."Expectations lead to disappointments;which provoked him to commit suicide:Hope gave him a new life."

Copyright © Aishwarya Chauhan | Year Posted 2016

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My Promise, My Nation

The sky was lit by blinding light
But, not sunlight
The panorama was painted with darting pellets
But, not of rain rivulets
The ground quivering under flitting feet
But, not earthquake
The horizon hung with billowing smoke
But, not pillows of fluffy clouds
The constant bombing sounds bombarded my ears
But, not fireworks
As I looped in my shoestrings and gathered my rifle
My eyes yearned for an eyeful of that rodent-bitten snapshot
Stifling a sob that pained my heart,
Knowing I kept my promise for the nation before I depart


Copyright © Kaaviya Baskaran | Year Posted 2017

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US Survey of Intentions

I received one of these in the mail today,
and would like to know if you got one too:

Please see enclosed survey for all current and prospective residents of the United States, 
to articulate the fullness of your positive reasons for wishing to remain/relocate within these same United States, 
and for fully disclosing the emptiness of your negative reasons for wishing to remain/relocate.

Thank you so much for your cooperation. 
We will review your application and those demonstrating greatest potential for multicultural strength 
and nurturance of our future economic and political health 
will receive your annual invitation to pay your federal taxes, 
or, for those wishing to relocate, 
to pay your requisite fees and transportation expenses. 

If you do not hear from us for the next four years, 
please do not be surprised or disappointed; 
and please do not bother to call us. 
We are not listening, 
and that continues to be your problem; doesn’t it?

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017

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That Frightful Day

That Frightful Day

It was Tuesday, 
The world was told.
That terror filled the skies,
With murder cold and bold.

Americans are secure,
Our world is safe we said.
We work in total comfort,
Rest securely in our bed.

September is a lovely month,
Along the Eastern shores.
Turning leaves and autumn breeze,
Shouting peace, forevermore.

The eleventh day began the same,
With warm winds and shining sun.
Our dreams were real, our hopes were high,
It was the year double o' one.

What were those planes doing in the town,
Why were they flying so low?
The world's twin towers would soon come down,
All would surely know.

New York will never be the same,
Nor will the U S A.
People now stand hand in hand,
Because of that frightful day.

Americans are now united,
Our new-found faith will stay.
You and I will conquer,
If we take the time to pray.

God gave His Son to guide us,
With a message of Peace and Joy.
Love and understanding,
If His glory we employ.


Copyright © Raymond Morgan | Year Posted 2014

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Indian Army did it for our martyrs,
Our life is owe upon the martyrs,
We're saluting fighting martyrs,
A satire message by martyrs,
Life is only for country as martyrs,
Medals are hats-off on uniform of martyrs,
Awards are hats-off on the life of martyrs,
A hot feeling towards family of martyrs,
No reparation is useful for family of martyrs,
They want revenge over the golden lives of martyrs,
Martyrs... Martyrs... & Martyrs...
I salute over the golden lives of martyrs.

Copyright © Amit Dhiman | Year Posted 2016

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On Conserving EcoPolitical Stamina

Note to Grover Norquist
and others with corporate political non-responsibility persuasions:

When you were 21 you "decided that nobody learned anything about politics after the age of 21."

A few financially well-greased years later, as a professional lobbyist,
you decided if you could, you would "drown government in a bath tub."

Which would presumably take out the government lobbyists as well,
but, never mind,
apparently you had already figured this out by the time you were 21,
deciding to feed from the hand you would drown if you only could
without inconveniencing yourself, of course.

After all, that's what being a conservative is all about in the U.S.,
conserving personal conveniences,
queer feelings of self-reliant entitlement,
by not willing to vulnerably empathize with non-elite players,
unlikely to move or shake any money tree in your back yard

About this drowning of government.
Would that especially include,
in fact would it necessarily first, and most primarily, include
all forms of self-governance with power-relational responsibilities
and opportunities and risks?
I mean, do you have children,
or did you have kids,
or have you ever met any kids,
or do you by chance remember being under the age of 21,
before you knew everything there is to know about self-governance?

As a parent, hoping to help adolescents move toward healthy self-governance,
does this seem like the kind of accountability and responsible behavior
that you didn't worry so much about for your kids,
and maybe your younger neighbors and friends?
Because, after all,
presumably they would magically become just like you at 21,
and already know everything there is to know about how to self-govern
your mind
and your over-paid mouth
and your under-exercised potentially cooperative feet and hands,
trying to at least do no harm to yourself
your family
future generations
our economy
our political health as a self-governing Nation of accountability
learning how to behave within a democratically intended healthy economy
of multicultural inclusion and freedom.

Freedom to explore vocations in the public (government) sector,
like teaching
and public health and safety and security positions
without worrying about becoming another all-wise you,
because the rest of us poor public-sector slobs are still working on our cooperative WinWin gaming strategies
toward ecopolitical self-governing multicultural climatic health,
rather than the pathology of advocating public drownings
and put-downings
of those who are presumably doing the best we can
despite the self-aggrandizing behaviors of corporate conservative lobbyists,
who hear "freedom of democracy"
every time they speak behind closed doors
"freedom toward plutocracy."

Other than that,
I have no doubt you're doing the best you can,
bless your drowning heart.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

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'Can You See'

You relish the polished white rice,
But how many farmers' deaths behind it lies.
You relish the freedom on our streets,
But how many soldiers sacrifice their lives to reap these.
You relish the freebies offered during pre-election,
But how many politicians resort to "in-resort" operations.
You relish the skyscrapers and high-rise buildings,
But how many wildlife's habitats are shrinking.
You relish the amenities sold at lower prices,
But how many adulterants have effected a major health crisis.

Featured news clouds people's vision,
Shrouding the underlying notion.
Read between the lines,
Understand the "unuttered".

Copyright © Kaaviya Baskaran | Year Posted 2017

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THE ANCIENT LANDMARK - "Remove not the ancient landmark which Your Father has set" Proverbs 22:28

The cornerstone is set,
In place for all to see.
One nation Under god,
Forever it will be.

Founding Fathers showed the way,
Free people need to be.
Boundaries within morality,
Only God can set you free.

Navigation points for life,
Set down for one and all.
Move them and you lose,
The beginning of your fall.

Life is a dangerous terrain,
Our culture demands the best.
Stray at your peril,
For then you fail the test.

Confusion and darkness,
Will then guide your way.
When you move the boundary stone,
You leave our Lord and stray.

We have traded liberty,
For government's open hand.
We depend on them to live,
Alone we cannot stand.

Moral, ethical and spiritual,
Our navigation hopelessly lost.
The devastation now begins,
Patriotism has been tossed.

We are duped, with miss-leading news,
Political correctness from birth.
Seek you now the Landmark,
Ours is the greatest land on earth.


Copyright © Raymond Morgan | Year Posted 2016

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The Quest For President

The Quest For President
By Curtis Johnson

O ye of fame, favor, and faith                                                                                                          O ye of power and great intent                                                                                                        O ye of power and endless egos
Hear ye what history has spoken                                                                Hear ye well, for we are hoping
Seek not to change our yesterdays                                                               Seek not to sell impossible tomorrows                                                          Sow purity, honesty, wisdom, and truth today
Share with us your very best
Show and tell your visions of success
Speak of life, liberty, and happiness
Stand boldly, strong, and lead us wisely
If you do these things sincerely
You will become more than just a President
And if your presidential quest should fail
You will have supremely succeeded


Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2015

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It was a Tuesday,
The world was told.
Terror filled the skies,
Murder cold and bold.

Americans are secure,
Our world is safe, we said.
We work in total comfort,
Rest securely in our bed.

September is a lovely month,
Along the Eastern shore.
With turning leaves and autumn breeze,
Shouting peace forevermore.

The eleventh day began the same,
Warm winds and shining sun.
Our dreams were real, our hopes were high,
In the year twenty double o' one.

What were these planes doing in the town,
Why were they flying so low.
The world's twin towers would soon come down,
Then all would surely know.

New York will never be the same,
Nor will the U S A.
People now stand hand in hand,
Because of that frightful day.

Americans are now united,
Our newfound faith must stay.
You and I will conquer,
If we take the time to pray.

God gave His son to guide us,
With a message of Peace and Joy.
With love and understanding,
If His Glory we employ.


Copyright © Raymond Morgan | Year Posted 2015