"Land of the Free and Home of the Brave"

I stand in the courtyard
of a school where children
line in individual classes
where small delicate hands
lay lovingly and patriotically
across their chests.

I silently say a prayer
To our God
That our generation wants
To disappear.

"Heavenly Father
Allow these children, our
new generation to correct the wrongs,
bring back morality, kindness
and the ideals for which this country
was based."

Then as the Flag whips with a
Loud crack in the wind
as if snapping to attention.
I hear
"God Bless America!"