.
Steady is the hand
keeping balance in the land
as it measures the cost
of freedom on demand
.
A hero’s song unsung
off the tip of a silent tongue
reminds us of the place where
only the good die young!
.
With red roses near
blue skies that stretch for years
those broad stripes and bright stars
prepare our youth for tears
.
“Left, right, left…” we stride
to breach the great divide
We must march together
or risk this nation’s pride
.
If In God We Trust
but for more loot we lust
the Golden Calf we’ll praise
half buried in the dust
.
About face!
.
As one united nation
let us move in the same direction –>
towards a day worth remembering
and a history worth repeating
.
