∆ America's Son ∆

America,
what have you done,
so busy worried about where you’re going,
that you’ve forgotten where you’re from,

I am your son,

and I love you,

I love you,
more than these wonderful words can say,
I love you,
but I fear that you’ve gone astray,

like a drunken father,
or a distracted mother,

you seem so drunk enraged by greed,
engaged in a lust that you believe’s a need,

Oh say can you see,
by the dawn’s early light,
we bomb people we’ve never even seen,
something must be wrong because nothing seems right,

why,
am I scared of you,

maybe it’s your violent tendencies,
maybe it’s your egotistical ways,
maybe it’s how you’ve created these enemies,
that now won’t just leave us alone and go away,

Oh say can you see,
by the dawn’s early light,
you are my parents and I look up to you,
I love to see the Statue of Liberty’s light,

but honestly at this point I don’t know what to do,

I am your son,

and I love you,

and I am absolutely terrified at what you’ve become,
what we’ve all become,
for we are still family even if I run far away,
because no matter have far I run,

I am still an American because I am America’s Son,

come,
back home,
back to the time of apple pies peace and butterflies,
before,
the drones,
and satellites that now appear ominously in the nocturnal skies,

why,

have we had to capitalize off destruction,
why do we still have war what is it’s function,
why destroy when we can construct a constant connection,
a solid foundation with clear intentions and proper instructions,

so we can heal and finally move forward as a family that functions,

be a good husband,
be a good wife,
be a good person,
have a good life,

look,
it’s not that complicated,
we would all forgive your mistakes,
if you’d only admit you made them,

he served two tours in Iraq lost his life,
and all he has now is the grave you gave him,

God please save him,

he was a good kid,
even though he killed,
he did it because his uncle told him to,
please don’t place him beneath us in Hell,

Uncle Sam didn’t know any better either,
and it seems his parents had raised him quite well,
but Uncle Sam’s not his brother’s keeper,
I am and I know my brothers well,
and when any of us lose any of our lives,
we only pray we leave with a story to tell,

and maybe we believe,
that when we leave this life we lead,
at least we made this world a little bit better,
loved the lands from sea to shining sea,

at least,
a little bit,
better…

Whatever,
what more do you want me to say,
I love you I am your son,
but I’m scared and that feeling won’t go away,

why,
am I scared of you,

maybe it’s your violent tendencies,
maybe it’s your egotistical ways,
maybe it’s how you’ve created these enemies,
that now won’t just leave us alone and go away,

Oh say can you see,
by the dawn’s early light,
you are my parents and I look up to you,
I love to see the Statue of Liberty’s light,

but honestly at this point I don’t know what to do,

I am your son,

and even after all you’ve put me though,

I still love you…


∆ Aaron La Lux ∆

author of TPT1, TPT2, & TPT3.

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