The honest tongue, not through with unfinished justice.

Held fast no part of history, that fills pride or shame within us. 

US- The America, True to God and the People. 

Its dream in many forms, but remains dream to the pure soul. 

God help that soul, imprisoned in skin. 

Sheltered by nature, similar situations again to begin. 

That shame-filled history, unremoved dark dust cloud. 

Gaining strength renewed, trickle specks as foreshadowed shrouds.

That pride-filled history, does that mean nothing now?

The glorious Patriotics, that have made us proud? 

God help The America, at present, at past. 

At future that looms, a plead for problems solved at last. 

A whiskey barrel of crime, influence of green presidents. 

Morality within the heart, lost in tainted greed's precedence.