Those fifty stars and thirteen stripes
Entranced my eyed and caressed that of night.
And through the day and dawn and eve,
It is that flag in which I will believe.
And grotesquely our spirits were shaken in fear,
On September 11th of the two-thousand first year.
Our history runs deep from our independence decree
To the emancipation of slaves, who were meant to be free.
It is the citizens and foreigners both rich and poor,
That are living in a country worth fighting for.
Where homes lie on corners and memories they hold
To the families inside of the hearth, young and old.
So read as I see and please look around
And respect thy person, thy state and thy town
And if you cannot, I have one thing to say::
I am proud to be born in the U. S. of A.
Those fifty stars and thirteen stripes
Entranced my eyed and caressed that of night.
And through the day and dawn and eve,
It is that flag in which I will believe.
And grotesquely our spirits were shaken in fear,
On September 11th of the two-thousand first year.
Our history runs deep from our independence decree
To the emancipation of slaves, who were meant to be free.
It is the citizens and foreigners both rich and poor,
That are living in a country worth fighting for.
Where homes lie on corners and memories they hold
To the families inside of the hearth, young and old.
So read as I see and please look around
And respect thy person, thy state and thy town
And if you cannot, I have one thing to say::
I am proud to be born in the U. S. of A.
© By Malcolm M. Martin
