The 4th

The Land of the Free,

The home of the brave, 

is what this celebration is for.

For purple mountains, for Fruited plains,

for whom many have fought in war.

For freedom of Religion,

the right to bear our arms,

 for “We the people”

for forests and farms.

For freedom of speech,

For the fifty states,

for pilgrims feet,

for equality of race.

But the land of the free,

the home of the brave,

is becoming a frightful place.

The innocent are killed,

Our Religion is threatened,

and so is our right to bear arms.

The purple mountains, no longer majestic,

the fruited plains no more.

The country used to be such a great place,

a home worth fighting for.

The rocket’s red glare and the bombs in the air,

may have to begin once more.

For We the People

We the free,

We need to stand up now.

Evil is threatening to take this land,

and has already taken taken a toll.

So celebrate the rights we now still have, but sadly we may soon lose,

Celebrate  the land of the free, but remember the loss of it too.

Remember the country that this tattered land once was,

with majestic eagles soaring. 

The red, white and blue, 

the victory too,

and the ocean’s waves all roaring.

Celebrate the land of the free!

But remember it’s not all that it used to be.

Old glory is fading,

but still, It is waving,

and silently whispering “Hope.”