Ode to America
By Emily Adams
Our Founders built a House;
They laid it carefully.
It’s called our Constitution
And with it we are free.
Our House shields us from
Prejudice, greed, and mortal vice-
The kind we’ve seen history use,
And pay the price.
The foundation we know is firm,
And the divine design is sure.
For every ailment we possess,
Our House presents a cure.
Now, we build upon our faithful House
That is tried and true;
It’s too much for our little House,
It’s starting to fall through.
Improvements that offer progress,
Development, and change,
Are just another load to be endured.
Our House is looking strange
With all Its bending and shifting
To accommodate new weight-
Sometimes it seems like its name is
Its only recognizable trait.
New orders, edicts, and departments
Are brushing to the side
The pillars, and provisions,
That were so fortified.
Our new additions are crushing.
Our House can barely be seen
Among all of the Construction;
It’s like we’re wiping our slate clean.
Our House is now taller then ever;
It towers high above the rest,
But It’s only lights, windows, rented rooms-
We’ve buried away our best.
Underneath the paint, and glass, and shaken frame,
Our original still stands;
Always firm, but in need of aid;
Whatever repair demands.
Still It declares - a more perfect Union,
Tranquility, and peace,
Though It’s listeners and believers
It’s very floor is being crushed
And still It carries on;
Surviving, and entreating others
to join in Its simple song-
“Freedom and Liberty,
With God by our side;
There is nothing that can stop us
When comes the rising tide.
Our foes and persecutors may
Scoff and jeer and scorn,
But we are in America:
Where Opportunity is born.
Our present we have fought to gain.
Though they taunt, judge, and oppress,
Our future will shine brighter yet,
Our children’s children we shall bless
As we march forth with faith
Knowing that our time will come,
And our dawn will break through,
As we join in from
Our Churches, and our Homes,
For there is where we lead;
And by our example
Will He plant the seed.”
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