Glory?

The night falls as if slain by the sun
Stricken are we
We let ourselves become what we are not
Manipulated by a single breeze
One side of the story begins to take over
Glazing the minds of the innocent with hate
For i think to myself what has america become?
The free vast lands that hold our history beneath us as if in a prison
The lands for which hold the lives of people who fought for our rights
We let ourselves become lost in a flurry of emotions
So easily changed so very unstable
The once so famous lines "We The People..." lost, forgotten
How does one's country become whole, when all that's left is an unknown identity
Freedom of speech...Thoughts...beliefs... lost in a world of a single view
How did we let our beautiful country fall?
The country that took our aid when we fell down
The country that gave us shelter when all hope was lost
Now i say... we have lost our glory..