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My Name is America


I waved through the battles of fury in the first years of my birth I charged into battle to save the respect and pride of my soul I am witness of the battles fought for my freedom I am the tears of grief when my children faced terror I wept when they were attacked by the enemies of mankind I laughed with my head tall when they won the fight for my revenge I am the mother of great leaders I am the pride of my dear soldiers I am the sword that fights for humanity I am Goddess of immeasurable beauty I am Daughter of the Sun My limbs radiant and flashing I am as cool and pure as the moon My motherly heart reaching out to all My sons and daughters looked at me with pride and love But alas that is not today Today my motherly heart weeps Today my soldiers go to wars, forgotten Today my grandchildren taunt my past Today my children make me suffer Today they kill each other Today my children forget the hardships I once faced for them They do not know me anymore I am no longer a mother I am a widow My beauty lost, some withered by age, other lost in weeping Today my children no longer hold me up with care No longer I am that beauty that was the envy of great countries No longer am I that mother that all respected I am the childless widow injured by ones she called her own. Even though I am the home of so many, I have no one to call my own My Founding Fathers looks down from the heavens, lost in despair Blaming themselves wondering where they went wrong They had put so much love into adorning me Taking special care in deciding the future of their kids But what may be done if the children become disobedient Listening to no one abandoning the sense of right Forgetting the mother and fathers that so lovingly made their children’s lives easier by putting themselves in hardships
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lizardoa21
<p>anyone can see america isn&#39;t what it used to be. But then again no great nation lasts forever don&#39;t you think? this is a beautiful personification of your nation amazing piece.</p>

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