oh beautiful America poem by Summer Breeze


built by the struggling fearlessness
peoples ending slavery
but this is 2005
with global vision and hearing

“There is nothing to fear but fear itself”
became
“There is nothing to fear but unending fear.”
the national debt is rising rising
values limited to sexual do’s and don’t
that original argument our founders had
still lives:
“Was America created by the hands of God
or was it created by we the people?
Who will win this Un Civil War?
Might we be less bloody in this debate?

Mr. Rogers echoes from his grave:
“Won’t you be my neighbor?”
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