I remember a Country filled with pride,
When families were families with fathers and mothers,
When dinner was shared sitting side by side,
Prepared by mothers and not by others
When children were punished and taught to behave,
When schools taught history and pledged to the flag,
When Christmas was Christmas and not a slave,
To political correctness or some other shag,
It was a country when people toiled,
For income earned to support their families,
When parents were respected and children less spoiled,
When neighbors helped neighbors, in face of calamities,
It was a country that respected its founding,
Those who fought and those who died,
With no hesitation and never floundering,
For many died while all others cried.
I remember a country, independent and strong,
Self reliant with a desire to grow,
To reach the moon, to never prolong,
Never second, never too slow.
To take the strength forefathers gave,
To become the best, the world has seen,
To continue the path, to continue to pave,
Never to falter, never too feign,
Yet now we take another face,
The face of many, like many before,
It’s not the country; it’s not the place,
Like others before us, we have lost our core,
The foundation we lived by,
We have lost our way,
We took a left; it’s all a lie,
Will it be soon, will we see the day?
Before it’s too late, before we see,
The changes made, do we have a date,
To correct what is wrong, that is the kea,
We must change now, or is it too late?
B J Ayers
11/26/2013
B.J. Ayers
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-country-24/
