From purple mountains majesty to its oceans white with foam,
this hurting land is crying out for leadership and unity-
This hurting land that bears the guilt-
of unborn child sacrifice-
on the alter of personal convenience.

This hurting land that bears the pain of November 22
and September 11-
of its thousands youth lost in senseless wars-
never fought to be won-
of the killings of Bobby and M. L. King-
contested elections and government corruption-
where no longer blue and gray-
but red and blue now tear the country asunder.

This hurting land is crying out for leadership and unity-
so much I fear that:
“We The People”-
for the proverbial bowl of potage-
will sell the birth right-
to a demagogue that promises to be-
all things to all The People.