Shouts to these brave souls who have the moral clarity to protest against genocide, when the entire MSM, government establishment, and a plurality of the population are swept up in the nihilism and sadism of the moment.
BE PROUD of AMERICA ** America the abundant, the place I was born I'll cherish till the day I die. Where the bones of past heroes lie buried in the ground Who loved her the same as I. Her mountains are so tall they reach for the sky With prairies where the green grasses grow. There's billions of trees where wild birds nest With creatures that flourish below. That blue gold called water with which we are blessed As raindrops or crystallized snow; Changes to rivers and fresh water lakes While the winds of our seasons blow. There's the haunt of a whistle from a lonely freight train Racing on ribbons of steel With the harvest of farms and from the factories Balanced in a box on a wheel. Some cities have buildings a hundred stories tall Structures of concrete, glass and steel. A statue in a harbor, a present from France Describes how, inside, we feel. That flag on the moon with red and white stripes Proves America’s dreams come true. A country of heroes who line up to protect The past, the present and the few. We’ll defeat terrorism as it should be fought Never letting Satan’s horde chase us to our door. Safeguarding our borders and system of life As our forefathers sacrificed before. Never be afraid to be proud of America And march with the brave, faithful and just. Refusing to submit to the will of our enemies Standing firm to preserve what we trust. By Tom Zart! Most Published Poet On The Web!
Shouts to these brave souls who have the moral clarity to protest against genocide, when the entire MSM, government establishment, and a plurality of the population are swept up in the nihilism and sadism of the moment.
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BE PROUD of AMERICA **
America the abundant, the place I was born
I'll cherish till the day I die.
Where the bones of past heroes lie buried in the ground
Who loved her the same as I.
Her mountains are so tall they reach for the sky
With prairies where the green grasses grow.
There's billions of trees where wild birds nest
With creatures that flourish below.
That blue gold called water with which we are blessed
As raindrops or crystallized snow;
Changes to rivers and fresh water lakes
While the winds of our seasons blow.
There's the haunt of a whistle from a lonely freight train
Racing on ribbons of steel
With the harvest of farms and from the factories
Balanced in a box on a wheel.
Some cities have buildings a hundred stories tall
Structures of concrete, glass and steel.
A statue in a harbor, a present from France
Describes how, inside, we feel.
That flag on the moon with red and white stripes
Proves America’s dreams come true.
A country of heroes who line up to protect
The past, the present and the few.
We’ll defeat terrorism as it should be fought
Never letting Satan’s horde chase us to our door.
Safeguarding our borders and system of life
As our forefathers sacrificed before.
Never be afraid to be proud of America
And march with the brave, faithful and just.
Refusing to submit to the will of our enemies
Standing firm to preserve what we trust.
By Tom Zart!
Most Published Poet On The Web!