America:
There once was a time, not that long ago.
When things were much different than what we now know
life was so simple ,our morals were strong,
and a feeling of peace in a place we called home
We enjoyed our freedoms and stood on our rights,
that were paid for in blood by those that did fight
We walked then with honor, and held our heads high
We loved one another, and tried to do right.
Our prized Constitution, the law of the land
guided our country, to what it was then
Our flag was raised high, for others to see.
In the land called America, the land of the Free.
But now things have changed, from what we once knew
Our innocence gone from what was then true.
They say we the people no longer exist ,
Now were just numbers, on the government's list
Our prized Constitution, they said it is old
and needed some changes, or so we are told.
It would not stand well, for what was ahead.
A new world order, that is run by the feds.
New laws have been written, for us to abide
and all are now watched, by government spies.
No freedoms, no rights, no land of the free.
All is now gone ,oh how can this be?
The train now is pulling up to the camp.
my color is red, that's how I've been stamped
Next to the showers, then to the tombs,
a prayer for my family, I will be home soon
Copyright © 2012 John Wright
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