Sing (Photo credit: Kathleen Tyler Conklin)
Walking Shadow (Photo credit: themactep)
After America (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Now that’s what I call missing. (Photo credit: robpatrick)
America, you were my mother once. I told you all my secrets, and walked your streets without fear.
I celebrated your birthday every year, and loved you more than I can express.
But something happened between us.
America, I’ve never been unfaithful to you, but you’ve turned your back on me. You’ve turned citizens against me and told them lies about me.
America, you’ve broken my heart.
I no longer walk your streets without fear.
I watch my back…always.
America, I no longer celebrate your birthday. Now, I spend your birthday hiding from you.
America, I’m disappointed in what you’ve become. I know we all go through hard times and have to find our way back home and, America, I hope your find your way back soon, so I can sing your birthday praises once again.
America, I know it’s your birthday, July 4, but I can’t wish you happy birthday today.
America, I wish I could, but I just can’t.
America, I miss you.
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