AMERICA IS...
America is, the home of the brave
Where Eagles soar, and Old Glory waves
Yet in a distant land amidst the jungle trees
blood and death still floats upon the breeze.
There are Prisoners Of War, and MIAs
still existing in a bamboo tigers cage.
They dream of loved ones they may never see
Long for places that they may never be.
To survive the night as tides roll in
they fight for breath, water just under their chin
poked and prodded, spit on and abused
Men slowly dying, slipping from view.
No matter how strong America may seem to be
She will always be humbled and brought to her knees,
Until these Vanishing heroes are returned home
Black flags taken down, and Old Glory flies alone.
Until that day freedom cannot be embraced
Until that day America hides in the shadows of disgrace.
Brother to Brother, hands grasping hands
Heads bowed, tears flowing,
FAITHFUL TO REMEMBER
Until...
"United we stand"