A Nation In Turmoil

Oh, tell me, my father, what is it you see?
A flag, all ragged and tattered with wear,
Yet still represents the Land of the Free,
While waving it’s misery ’round in the air.

Oh, tell me, what is it you hear, my son?
The cries from the wounded, now dead.
Triumphant shouts from victories won,
Tears and memorials, much left unsaid.

Oh, tell me, my love, what is it you fear?
Our nation is chaos, war, and much pain.
Those blinded by it don’t seem to care,
That now there is nothing worth left to gain.

Remember the words passed throughout the land:
Divided we’ll go, but united we’ll stand.