Smell the Ozone, See the Lightening, Hear the Thunder roar, Someone should do something, but don't step past the Blood upon the door. PRAY.
Nation Under Gods Foot
By Arley Steinhour 052711
Under God, we have a Nation
At least for a short time yet
Some people despise it's station
This Republic we did get.
Memorial given just once yearly
One day to give our thanks
Sacrifice that some paid dearly
Greedy folk took profit to the Banks.
Millions died on planet Earth
Freedom paid for in their blood
Now we pray for rebirth
Change where Lady Freedom stood.
It seems folks want life fully Social
Having comfort without work
Failure makes one very special
The one who works is now the Jerk.
Every person who did ever die
Sacrificed to keep this Nation Free
They all would rise, sit down and cry
For this disaster that we see.
Our leaders, representing us
Them, all our purse strings do control
Would just as soon throw us under a bus
Than cease using the mega-credit-spending bowl.
They don't protect the 'working' bloke
Only those who be on welfare dole
Even those illegal folk
Who crawl out of a hole.
The worst one's are the one's who watch
Wondering where the protection went
Call a cop, and close the shop
Until someone else does pay the 'Rent.'
Nation Drowning, People Frowning
Economy Heaving, People Leaving
Hero's mostly Dead, Leaders mostly Red
World filling of Hate, Christians awaken too late.
Naught else to say, but A M E N Perhaps soon the Foot will Fall.