I remember a Country filled with pride, <br />When families were families with fathers and mothers, <br />When dinner was shared sitting side by side, <br /> Prepared by mothers and not by others <br /> <br />When children were punished and taught to behave, <br />When schools taught history and pledged to the flag, <br />When Christmas was Christmas and not a slave, <br />To political correctness or some other shag, <br /> <br />It was a country when people toiled, <br />For income earned to support their families, <br />When parents were respected and children less spoiled, <br />When neighbors helped neighbors, in face of calamities, <br /> <br />It was a country that respected its founding, <br />Those who fought and those who died, <br />With no hesitation and never floundering, <br />For many died while all others cried. <br /> <br />I remember a country, independent and strong, <br />Self reliant with a desire to grow, <br />To reach the moon, to never prolong, <br />Never second, never too slow. <br /> <br /> <br />To take the strength forefathers gave, <br />To become the best, the world has seen, <br />To continue the path, to continue to pave, <br />Never to falter, never too feign, <br /> <br />Yet now we take another face, <br />The face of many, like many before, <br />It’s not the country; it’s not the place, <br />Like others before us, we have lost our core, <br /> <br />The foundation we lived by, <br />We have lost our way, <br />We took a left; it’s all a lie, <br />Will it be soon, will we see the day? <br /> <br />Before it’s too late, before we see, <br />The changes made, do we have a date, <br />To correct what is wrong, that is the kea, <br />We must change now, or is it too late? <br /> <br /> <br />B J Ayers <br />11/26/2013<br /><br />B.J. Ayers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-country-24/
