Obamerica

Obamerica

This country that I know
That Lady Liberty used to love
Land that is sweet no more
Cause of the dark clouds up above

Land where no freedom roams
Forced to leave it behind
Now we sing of it's woes
The chains that put it in a bind

Hear the cries of all that was
When her glory was aglow
Now she's been stifled still
She's been dealt a mighty blow

By the ones who were put on top
To ensure she cries no more
Now she is full of tears
She's ready to walk out that door

But wait, what is that I hear?
Is she planning an attack?
Yes, it is, it is my dear
She's taking her own name back!

Just when you thought that she was done
She comes on back around
She marches right back up those stairs
O, hear her mighty sound!

My name is America!
Not once has it been changed
Take the O and the B back
I am not that deranged!

You just try to take over my land
That has been taken great care of
By all who cherish the freedom
Of the lands and skies above!

You think that you have won now
You are sadly mistaken
All my people will stand up and fight
My name will not be forsaken

(This poem was originally written by me on October 15th, 2013)