What I want,
is to restore this beautiful country.
Let's write a our own great story,
while returning our land,
back to it's former glory.
Remember a time,
when every nation used to fear us,
ask for our help, want to be our friend,
join us, and cheer us.
Remember when people,
on section eight,
only cared about working,
and what their family ate.
Let's take responsibilities,
for what we do and say.
Let's remember our morals,
and put them to use everyday.
Let's not only help people,
when disaster strikes,
or let our biggest worry be,
our social media likes and dislikes.
Stop letting your money,
be your baal,
and only turn to church,
when your career starts to fail.
Let's make America great again,
by valuing human life,
and stop choosing to run over a child,
before you would run over a dog.
Remember back,
when it was simple and plain.
Simple men signed up for the army,
and fought to defend our countrie's name.
Now there are legal battles,
for transgenders to get in,
just so they can make a point,
and be in a place with other men.
Maybe this,
is what the president meant.
Lord God please help us,
make this country great again.
- Author: Dion P. Crown (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 11th, 2018 05:29
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 27
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