cheryl davis miller
If - Poem by cheryl davis miller
We did not see until; too late.
We would not heed the call.
We thought ourselves Americans.
With one heart one and all.
So with sad heart we must report,
it now is plain to see;
our gracious land is over run,
by a rank enemy.
This enemy does not comply,
at all with common heart,
of those who fight for freedom's voice
as they have from the start.
No this foe will divide us and
sow upstarts in our place,
so as to tear down Liberty
and mock her to her face.
Then to declare themselves the friend
of the down trodden man.
The only source of answers to
the woe's of common man.
If we had seen, if we had heard,
before it was too late,
perhaps we could have saved the day
and changed our nations fate.
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