Stand Up America
This feeling in my heart, this reflection in my mind,
Is telling me this once fierce nation is no longer divine,
I force myself to open my closed and peaceful eyes,
Around me I see what my country has become,
No longer a safe haven for the weak,
But a captive of the enemy,
The corrupted politicians gaining all the power,
The unlawful judges putting the Christians away,
The terrorists defacing our monuments,
All causing panic within,
But what must we do?
Should we run and hide?
No.
America the free with the foreigners on our land,
Must come together as a nation and protect our sacred ground,
For God gave us this country,
And we must take a stand!
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