This one of my newest poems.....I just finished it today;) Anyways I've been wanting to write a poem about this subject for a long time, and I'm sure this won't be my last poem on this subject. Because I don't know what to think about this one. But I spent so much time on it that there's no way I wouldn't post it or even keep it. So yeah. Also I've realized my newest poems are a lot lengthier then my older ones. Which can be a good thing or a bad thing....who knows. Oh well here it is.
What is a country?
Long ago when our country was newly born,
The men who started it built this country on morals,
And it was one nation under God in which we were sworn,
This country rang with new loud and booming vocals,
Vocals that were never thought of before,
New boundaries were enforced, and it was new ground to explore,
Freedom was the cry of everyone,
It was the basis of the morals and ethics set,
By men who fought for freedom to be won,
So our country wouldn’t have to fret,
Fret that our freedom would be lost,
How much does freedom cost?
How many lives have been lost throughout our history,
To sustain that freedom we now hold,
So why has freedom become such a mystery?
Why has it lost it’s fire and bold?
Or is it us who have forgotten what freedom is?
How could we ever forget something like this?
Those of our fathers before us knew,
Quite well, the sound of freedom’s bell,
And the standards our country wished to pursue,
And those words of freedom that cannot fell,
Those words which were penned on our first document,
That document which established our government,
Freedom of speech,
And freedom of religion,
Were once both strong words to preach,
They were once this country’s basic provision,
And to possess them became a privilege,
They were gladly spoken by all and written on every page,
Our fathers used to look to only ONE,
For guidance and wisdom,
On how this country ought to be run,
Because they knew that this ONE brought true freedom,
He is the Lord of creation,
And in Him our fathers founded this nation,
So why do we choose to forget the way,
Our country was bought,
And not care what the words of our forefathers say,
Why do we not seek the same wisdom our fathers sought?
In this country today something is missing,
Could it be the True God our fathers believed in without questioning?
The lives of so many men,
And the shedding of their blood,
Should never go forgotten,
For they died because they believed they fought for something good,
It was this country’s Freedom which was blown as a horn,
Do we hold the same view of that freedom, or has the idea become worn?
There is another story of one shedding his blood,
For the essential freedom, freedom of eternal death,
With his own death grace and mercy rushed in like a flood,
He showed us the power of his love with his final breath,
He made a way for us to not be separated from God; he was the ultimate propitiation,
Our fathers held strong in this and this belief was the basis of our nation,
What has become of our nation today?
Most may think we encompass the wealthiest and strongest country,
But that once strong thread has begun to fray,
Have we become so self absorbed we’ve forgotten the principals that built this country?
We may have a good amount of power and money,
But what are those when our beliefs and morals have become phony,
But is this not a true statement?
Have we not lost sight of what truth is?
Truth today has become relevant,
And most in our county now held true to the fact that ignorance is bliss,
But pray, what is blissful about ignorance?
Without knowledge, against evil and destruction, how can we take a stance?
Rome was once the strongest country in history,
And they were a nation labeled the greatest,
How Rome fell, was indeed no mystery,
All thought Rome’s reign would last the longest,
Their destruction was not caused by conquest or sword,
It was destroyed by causes that came from inward,
Their morals and ethics became defiled,
The display of vice’s was not even subtle,
Wicked people ran loosed and wild,
The disease of corruption lied in the hearts of the people,
Vice ruled instead of virtue, Corruption instead of justice, and wrong became the right,
Everything pure and good became tainted, and of truth itself they lost their sight,
It looks as though we might tread the same path,
But there is still time to turn back to our father’s views,
Most who heed these words will reply in wrath,
If we look to the one our father’s believed in we will find his power renews,
It is not to late to change our direction,
To turn to God and save this Nation,
What is a country?
How is a country built?
Can it stand without power as its bounty?
Or without power or riches will it wilt?
What gives those who rule our country strong leadership?
Or has our country leaned so far we’ve become a dictatorship?
Have we the same rights we used to as the people?
Has our privileges and rights become so stiff we are now motionless?
Have our freedom of speech and religion become scruple?
However change for the better is never hopeless,
We nee to look to the ONE above for our help now,
Or let ourselves crumble, and if we choose this way I will how?
How could we just let ourselves fall?
Is worldly pleasures and riches the only things in our reach?
Can we really ignore Wisdom’s call?
For there is so much that Wisdom longs to teach,
What road will we travel down?
What is the route we will go?
I do not know,
The future to us is never shown,
But the One our fathers believed in, He knows,
So why should we seek to go our own way,
For He never leaves us and will always stay,
Country’s tumble and fall as our history shows,
But the God of creation is always the same,
So I will not fret about what will happen to this country today or tomorrow,
For the truth of what might come may bring only sorrow,
But I will follow God down whatever path he gives me without shame,
But I long for this country to go back to the morals that we once had,
And seeing America as it is now does make me sad,
I pray God will bring this country back to him sooner than later,
And those who hold strong in Him will preach of his power and love to this world without falter.
By Nicole Bittle
