Sweet Patriot Spirit
Oh, sweet patriot spirit, why don't we hear it?
Why have all voices gone silent now?
Although the demi-gods stand tall,
bragging loud
their proud cowardly fall,
Love stands far taller when united for all
in a fair land far beyond merely proud.
Where men boldly speak in reverence their care for one another,
Enough to mercifully share.
Where forgotten children are wrapped
from cruel poverty
in compassion's tender blanket of care.
United in singing hand-in-hand,
for beauty's righteousness,
They raise their voices for the joy of man
that yearns to learn forgiveness.
Oh, sweet patriot spirit, can deafened ears hear it?
Why do we allow the voice of silence now?
Although the demi-gods dare pillage,
arguing loud
each minion's proud fall,
Love can only rise higher when united by all
in one hush whisper rising on joyous clouds.
Where men shoulder as Atlas their care for one another,
Enough to equally share.
Where some children are taught
from a most generous kindness
while kneeling in a familiar familial prayer.
United in praying on bended knee,
for beauty's righteousness,
They raise their voices to the Savior of man
that yearns to offer forgiveness.
Oh, sweet patriot spirit, will our children long to hear it?
Why do we suffer in our shaded silence now?
Although the demi-gods cast fear's shadow,
shouting loud
their lesser brother's dark fall,
Love can one day heal generations of undivided nations
in power's stance upon sacred ground.
Where men roll as thunder, in their heroic care for one another,
Enough to willingly share.
Where all children are taught
from humble mouths still wailing,
while praying peace on the lips of the free,
for beauty's righteousness.
They raise their voices for the oneness of man
that yearns to forever live forgiveness.
~P.S. Colley~
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