In dim dawn, an evil does creep,
Spawned from hell that rests so deep.
In light of day, are dreadful sights,
Our great citizens have lost their rights.
America cries.
Iniquity now blights our shore,
The bell of freedom chimes no more.
Liberty’s song has lost its tune,
Has this nation met its doom?
America cries.
Proud Harbor Lady, once so strong,
Wonders how we went so wrong.
With frail hand, she caps her torch,
Now darkness hangs upon the port.
America cries.
Yet, we know from whence the terror came,
Will redemption be in vain?
In deep of night, a trumpet blew,
Power given to the chosen few.
America cries.
Is that rumble the sound of thunder,
Or ideals torn asunder?
In the street, spreads rampant fear,
As we lose our rights so dear.
America cries.
Sing no more, sweet nation’s choir,
For all our lands are on fire.
As dread extends from shore to shore,
The laws of justice rule no more.
America cries.
~ C. N. Sky ~
