Mother America

America’s heart weighs heavy with pain
Her innocent people so unfairly slain
Her buildings lay in rubble and mountains of concrete
The tears and blood of her people flow in the street.
 
Yet in her deep sorrow nothing quells her belief
Freedom is her beacon and terror it’s thief
She has suffered great loss, but it shall not be her defeat
Freedom sometimes means war, and she will not retreat.
 
The red white and blue continues to wave
As she bides farewell to those too early in the grave
Her heart is broken, her eyes filled with tears
Yet she refuses to be held a captive of fear.
 
America gathers her masses and prepares to fight
She will vanquish the darkness to shine freedom’s light
Her people are ready; they stand proud and stand tall
Buildings may crumble but America will not fall.

And the stars and the stripes continue to wave
Her protectors forever steadfast and brave
The job will be finished when this war is won
And everyone will see Her Colors Don’t Run.
 
America’s enemy is wicked, cowardly and cruel
The King and Ruler over an army of fools
A malevolent evil with a malignant core
Prostituting faith like the devil’s own whore.
 
And the American flag continues to wave
As a symbol of freedom for all it has saved
A tribute to those who keep our flag free
In the American pursuit of truth and liberty.
 
Now the gates of hell have opened wide
Standing room only for terrorists inside
This is their fate, the destiny they earn
In the flames of hell will they eternally burn.

Copyright 2001 Rachelle Biggs

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