Forgotten.

We've forgotten.

We can no longer see.

Can we remember who we once were, 

and who we are supposed to be?

 

My country, oh my country, 

just look how far we've come;

so far from where we started

so far from how it begun.

 

We've forgotten where we came from,

forgotten our own history,

of those who fought for freedom,

those who died for liberty.

 

The media slithers on its belly

looking to decieve,

changing right to wrong,

fork-tongued voices to beleive.

 

Their support goes to those, 

yelling to be heard

that abnoxious ten percent 

who can not spare a word.

 

There's killing without mercy,

oh I speak not of war,

but the helpless unborn children

we murder as a chore.

 

Change is very needed,

and needs be given with a fight,

from our spirits that are crying, 

urging us to choose the light.

 

Now I beleive that God is real,

but for those of us that don't,

true religion is brotherly love,

even for those who won't. 

 

So let us love one another,

and stop these acts of hate.

Replace these acts of tearful wrong,

with loving acts of right.