These Silent Stones (To America)

   These silent stones remember not the blood that
was shed upon their stern faces. Nor do they recall
the love I wooed and lost, in their rocky presence.
They shan't e'er remember.
   The silence envelopes these stones, much like the rest of
this world. We stand silently, faces stern and set, not
caring to recall how this country was founded. Not
caring to recall God or His hand in our government.
   No voice will we raise against the evils of this world.
No cry will escape our stubborn lips. Divided we will
fall. Shaken by attack we will stand. We have become
the source of many ills and wickedness.
   What has happened to this country? We have become a
place where black still isn't equal to white. Where
prayer in school is wrong. Where you really don't have
the right to your own opinions or freedom of speech.
   Where Muslim means you're a terrorist, and being a
Christian is old-fashioned and narrow-minded. A place where
no one is innocent until proven guilty. A place where a
man's rights are played, yet never really there.
   When will we see that we are headed for destruction?
America, when will you open your eyes and see the evil
you have become? Please, come back to God before it
becomes too late to be rescued!
   These silent stones remember not the innocent blood
that was shed upon their stern faces. The blood of
innocent children cries out, but America will remember
not. She shan't e'er remember.