The world is changing
I know not why
By the grace of God
I want to cry
To witness the corruption
Of something once simple
The morals, dignity, and self respect
Destruction occurs as an ugly pimple
Why we ask, with unheard cries
A nation once great and filled with pride
Created by those who sought the best
Now drifting away, like the passing tide
They say it's not fair, for those who strive
To reap the rewards, the financial gains
The labors invested by the souls of those
For their families comfort, without the pain
Yet others cry, it just not fair
We ask once more, so what is fair
To work, to sacrifice, to strive for more
Or depend on others to make it fair
I say to you, who cry for more
Yet rely on others to do your share
You explain to me why that is fair
To waste your life, for you don't care
We‘re created equal in the breaths we share
God left it to us, to strive for the rest
To protect our families, to respect the right
To enjoy the freedoms, to do our best
Anything less is not his fault
Nor is it the nation that gives you the right
To work, to strive to do your best
To feel the pride when you rest tonight
A nation once filled with the greatest generation
Is now only left with just a few,
The sacrifices made by those cared
Can only feel remorse for the rest of you
You've had it all; it's been given to you
By those who cry, by those who die
It's not the country that wishes to change
But by those of you who fail to try
To preserve a nation that once was great
You fail to realize it, you fail to see,
The destruction you allow, that spreads like fire,
That will engulf all, including you and me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i really like your poem, its very...patriotic