Homeless citizens hungry and cold,
Weak and sick
The elders mistreated,
The children molested
Hospitals to busy to cater to the poor
Neighborhoods to pure to integrate
Land where the pilgrim cried
Land where our fathers died
Enslaved, tarred and feathered,
Tortured, shot, beaten and transformed
INTO WHAT? ? ? ?
America your kingdom calls
America her rise and fall

Daisies grow tall over the graves
Of those who have passed
Michael Steward, Eleanor Bumpers,
Michael Griffin, Amedu Diallo
The casualties are mounting
Penitentiaries over flooded
With prisoners of war
Trained to flounder,
To stumble and fall
Trained from childhood
For the unenviable role
Of supporting actor
In a one man show
Racism continues to prosper and grow
Yes there’s still racism
Sub-par housing and discrimination
Second class education
And non-representative legislation
Stuck beneath the totem pole
Ask not for whom the next bell tolls
Oh America your kingdom calls
America her rise and fall

Land of greatness,
Land of beauty,
Land of Laughter,
Land of dreams
Land of tears,
Hear me!

You ask me to love America.
Yes, I love America,
I love its soul of freedom,
The dignity given its people,
The freedom to think and speak,
But don’t ask me not to love my beginnings!

My first country taught
Me how to love a country.
Standing on its mighty shoulders
I can reach out and love America.
All that I bring that is best,
Mingles with America’s majesty, and I grow!

My first country taught
Me how to speak a language,
That’s why I can learn English.
If I really forgot my first language,
I would be mute! With the mighty machinery
That my first language gives me, I can learn English.

America,
To ask me to forget my beginnings,
To use only English,
To love only America,
Is to ask me to rip away my soul.
Then, what of worth is left?

I was born in the United states, and I am a US citizen. Yet, except
for Native Americans, all of our families were once immigrants.

Camptown Races, My Old Kentucky Home and the unforgettable Old Black Joe
His songs as popular today as they were decades ago
My Jeannie With The Light Brown Hair and Hard Times Come Again No More
Are sung in halls and pubs and clubs far from his Homeland shore.

The legacy of his genius lives in the beauty he did create
The name of Stephen Foster is a name to celebrate
His songs withstand the test of time the greatest test of all
The many memorable songs he penned are delightful to recall.

America can boast of many great poets their’s is a Worldwide fame
But the one who penned the legendary songs Stephen Foster was his name
Is the Voice of America he did not live to be old
He died young and impoverished or so we have been told.

The tall majestic mountains
With glistening snow crowned heads,
Blue mysterious oceans
Waves of sparkling water spread.

Beautiful grassy meadows
Cool refreshing mountain springs,
The gorgeous golden sunsets,
The wild untamed rolling plains.

Kingly trees with arms reaching
To offer their treasures rare,
Gorgeous flowered decor
Of garden palaces fair.

The symphony of raindrops
Pitter pattering the ground,
Choruses of sweet song birds
Serenading where they’re found.

Musicians of small creatures
From crickets to the jar flies,
Lightening bugs wink at us
Illuminates velvet skies.

Beautiful America,
God has shed His grace on thee;
Beautiful America,
Yes, far as the eye can see.

Beautiful America,
Blessed with strength and liberty,
Beautiful America,
Thank God, you are my country!

it is a call to victory, all are winners, all are beginners, to a
new vision of what awaits to the American people in the
high way of change, for every one holds a breath of history,
a chapter in every pages of life, in search to a prosperous,
nation

dream are only a dreams, shackle in the ecstasy of memories,
just always remembered, our dear forefather for they believed
of what they envision of the future, their hearts leads us to
conquer of what is today and now is the moment to grasp, of
what is time in our hands

today is the future that holds, and tomorrow is the day to stay,
live it today for this future lies only in our hands, a lesson to
know that yesterday is just a steps for to day’s to come

long live AMERICA, there is only one America to live, like
America, a home that every one is free, a nation that God
will find its way, to be bless through out eternity

How sad,
Seeing just what
Is ruling our lives.
How mad
It is, how many
Simply follow the tides
Of popularity
In America.

How weird,
Music was once
An expression of self.
Now, all you hear
Is about violence,
Drugs, sex, and wealth.
How lovely, America.

Big companies,
Cosmetic appearance,
And socialism,
Controlling our minds.
Advertising,
Popular trends
And fixation on shallow beauty
Blinding our eyes
To what really matters
Here, in America.