Slave Free Nation
Slave Free Nation
By Arley Steinhour 092611 (rev. 092617
Father God,
You gave this land, as Home of the Free,
to all of us, with no Guarantee,
You blessed us all with Great Success,
to make a Mansion, or Horrid Mess.
It took a while, to break subjugation,
We did, to build a Freedom Nation.
But, what to find amongst our Blessed,
Slavery had encroached our nest;
so, once again, we had a war,
to release ourselves from the Salver Whore;
Two hundred years, or even more,
It took us to Shut, and Lock that Door.
Another century passed right by,
before they had rights like you and I;
Now that we're equal, I won't lie,
Slaves still slaves, we need hear the cry.
Oh, not at home, where we beat the odds,
To other lands, where slaves are like clods;
Everywhere, if you take a look,
So many, they'd fill more than one large book.
No one notices the world at large,
Just so long as we receive no charge.
Your judgment soon will fall on us,
Like a heavy weight, or perhaps a Bus;
As we neglect our brothers and sisters,
Remove your Grace, so we obtain great blisters.
We need to turn our hearts around,
Returning to Your Hallowed Ground;
Look around, dear folks, you will see,
Homeless people needing you and me.
No matter the color of their skin,
Their destitute, Yet, Next of Kin.
Dear God, please lead us to do the Right,
So we can help others, give the good fight;
So you will smile once again on us,
And not deliver an unwanted Bus.
To those, who Refuse to try to Gain,
Demanding Welfare, to pay like Rain,
Understand, We will Help a Brother,
But, if you 'Hate,' 'Be a Social Duffer.'
AMEN
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