In what was once the Promised Land,
Hallowed verities no longer stand.
The values of the days of yore
Raise curiosity and little more.
We find it oh so easy to lay blame,
We persist in playing this foolish game.
Each of us does our own part
To wound the nation’s pulsing heart
With anger, hate, fear or fatigue
We find ourselves in twisted league
Old friends have stumbled and gone astray
New foes arise to block our way.
The country reels; the children cry.
Have we ever paused and wondered why?
Nearly three years have come and gone
And gathering storms eclipse the dawn.
At that almost mythic time
We knew the reason and felt the rhyme.
A young leader triumphed so attuned
He sought to bind up the nation’s wounds
In the days and nights that have since past,
He has faced a vile and withering blast.
Hopes are in all out retreat
Adversaries swagger and preen in stark conceit.
Can we hold firm or should we restart
The hard, grueling, unglamorous part
Build up again with worn our tools
What now lies smashed and scarred by fools.
Can we look again within?
For the courage to fight though perhaps not win
Do we yet have the strength to start?
Anew with calm mind and valiant heart
After all the fury and the fuss,
It is truly up to us.
Though we feel so lost and so betrayed,
Let not daunting doubt dissuade
The spirit to which we should lay claim
Let us sense the flicker and fan the flame.
This is our land far and wide
We must not simply stand aside.
Shake off the fear, the regret and pain.
Let us be Americans again!