MISCARRIAGE OF JUSTICE
Beloved home and country, ‘tis of thee I freely sing And to those whose ears shall never hear the bells of freedom
ring Countless future citizens before their ships arrive Tossed overboard like Boston tea, not one left to survive Tender
lives once nestled in the warm folds of the womb Their bodies rest in pieces in a sterile plastic tomb Pursuit of happiness
is overshadowed by the claim That life is not a human right, a torch without a flame The nation is divided far above the waves
of grain While half a generation lies beneath the fruited plain Barren women pray for what some women choose to lose As they
pull the plug on life-support and snuff the lighted fuse Innocent creations now can join the angels’ song Some choices
that we make in life are definitely wrong Free to speak your mind within the land of pilgrims’ pride Free to desecrate
the land in which our children died Exercise your right to vote and practice liberty Hear the silent echoed screams of "Please
don’t tread on me!"
America! America! God shed disgrace on thee!
And fight we should for humanhood from seed to shining seed
İRandy Childs 5-14-2001
