America, the Beautiful. The land of all whose free. Yet, in this land, we fight and rage over what we think should be.
America, the Wonderful. The home to which we love. Yet, in this home, we worry and wonder what the future is made of.
Where have you gone, you mighty beast? The mountain of the brave. In our freedom, we spit and blame, leading so many to be enslaved.
Bring back the few, the furious, the ones who believed in truth. The ones who fought so early on, laying foundations for our youth.
What if they could see us now? How offended we easily become. Is this what they battled for? Isn’t this what they escaped from?
What happened to our invitation for the weary to our shore? Since we did we become so bitter that we desire to shut the door?
The persecuted masses, the tired few, the ones who seek to breathe free. What about the longing souls who want to kiss liberty?
America, the Beautiful, I still believe in you. You raised this daughter to be one who seeks joy in things anew.
I still love you, my blessed home, the terrain of diversity. Show me, teach me, prove to me that we will turn away from perversity.
We live our lives so liberated, free to do as we please. Yet, in my mind, I fear and wait for the moment we are brought to our knees.
Our Lady Liberty exclaims these words, “…I lift my lamp beside the golden door!” America, sweet land of mine, these words we should not ignore.
America, the Beautiful. The home of bravery. Perhaps, it’s time that we reflect and consider our history.
Author’s note: As I watched the fireworks last night, I thought about our nation. With all of the political stuff going on and the “war of opinion”, I’ve been thinking a lot about the valiant ones who fought for our liberation, some losing their lives, for the very things that we take for granted – religious freedom, free will to set our own paths in life, and freedom from tyranny. I think it is important that we truly remember who we are. A land of immigrants. A land of multiple origins. A people who sought freedom for all.
A people of promise.
Let’s not forget that.