Our Amreica

This land is your land... this land is my land....

Our America

Is America free is America Brave?
Should America be the place for a slave?
What is America what can you say?
I sense your fear, I hear you pray.
The truth is, my America is your America we have the same dream,
Yet have to live in dismay due to evil thoughts and sinful schemes.
My vision of America is that we love and embrace,
One another in harmony like doves of grace.
No reports of bad news of endless fighting,
Can you almost picture heaven or shall I keep writing.
No more grave crates of chaos of dices of deception,
Just endless serenity peace and protection.
No more violence, weapons become erased from the mental,
Filtered out and replaced with thoughts which are gentle.
Wake up, stand tall and proceed with your day,
One day for America we no longer will need to pray.

Written By: James Okeze

Written On: September 11, 2005

© 2005

 

Reviews

[Bubo]

We all feel this in a country we live, with pride, and yet watch the slow descent.
This is powerful and yet such underlying gentlness.

Can you almost picture heaven or shall I keep writing.
No more grave crates of chaos of dices of deception,
Just endless serenity peace and protection.
No more violence, weapons become erased from the mental,
Filtered out and replaced with thoughts which are gentle.


I love the way you write, fabulous flow and meaning.