America, America, the land of the brave,
Those who shed their lives to fill graves,
To keep a land free,
That has lost its freedom long ago,
Bound by a constricting political foe,
A donkey and elephant who know,
That America has been a sleep,
In a cold snow,
Automatons voting,
A sign quite foreboding,
Filled with notions of change or experience,
They choose in a state delirious,
Not to pick freedom,
By stirring from slumber,
Only to have tyranny win again.
Notes:
It neither for or against either of the two major United States political parties, well maybe against a little bit. It was written as a poignant reminder to myself about a sleeping America.
