A Voice For Sanity Poem by Albert Price

For leadership, many countries look our way,
To ascertain whether this nation will hold sway.
Its as if they are not apt enough to plan,
And their fate was apt to be in our hands.


We wonder if America can abide,
But know that God must be on our side.
God will not give us another choice,
His has been, is, and will be the final voice.

We wonder if America can abide,
The way things are trashed and tossed aside,
And fear is ripping at the American heart
With the threat of tragedy tearing it apart.


At night, the voice of children mocks,
Like the sound of Sirens on the rocks,
Their waiting mothers under the light,
As alcoholics prepare to fight.


Peaceful towns, with hours to while away,
Now hear weapons firing in the day,
With acts of violence changing their life,
Are seeking ways out of this strife.


No suitable answer that they can respect,
And grasping at straws becomes a project.
Will a heroine appear, unawares,
And save them from the inevitable snares?


For this land, we asked for salvation,
And, right early, we expect its revelation.
But the faith we need, to get what we expect,
Is more often than not what we want to reject.