Hear,
Oh Great America,
to whom God shed His
grace upon and crowned
See Me,
As I walk through the dark streets,
cold and in fear of every second,
no one cares
I was born here,
years ago
I left my father's house,
he was a louse, he battered me
I have met my sister, not of blood,
of circumstance, we stand
hoping,
she won't ever get raped again
Tired of running, all over the land,
as the lies of we love you,
are empty,
as our souls weep rivers
'Alas,
all who can still feel emotion,
Come bring devotion,
help our fleeting
and fleeing generation
Our future, our young
Please,
open your ears and give,
what you can, to bring,
one girl
or boy home,
never more to roam
As we pray,
God, Please Protect Our Children
You,
Who Can Still See,
'Don't Let Others
Take Advantage of Me'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Virtually flawless structural movement...I like the intermittent Rhyme-Scheme...Noble theme...Solid craftsmanship, T.G....~FjR~