The Day
The day the people sealed their fate,
It was then they chose a man so great,
But inexperienced and mysterious was that man,
That it was then that freedom faded from the land,
He was elected by popularity alone,
But the people failed to realize the damage they’ve done,
They have bound their hands to the service of masters,
We once stood for freedom, but now we are nothing better than a few jeers and laughters,
We have died this day as a nation,
And only God can revive us again,
May In God We Trust stand true,
Or it will be the clothes off our backs, after our rations,
For our enemies rejoiced in the sight of this new leader,
A leader who gained such by his race alone,
Has now allied himself with those whom seek our annihilation,
And the destruction and conquering of our homes,
O, woe is the day the eagle surrenders to the hunter,
That America befriends those who hunt her,
That she allies with the most abominable enemies,
And seeks no longer to preserve man’s natural liberties,
So woe is the day of the fifth of November,
I pray that the morals and virtues of Old America are remembered,
America surrendered in the year of 2008,
I pray that God saves us before it’s too late. |
Submission Name: The Day
