The Heart Of America

  Together we stand
Divided we fall
All for one
And one for all

This is what was
This was the heart
Beating strong and true
But it’s now broken apart

Now it’s divided we stand
And I don’t care if you fall
There’s no love for thy neighbor
There’s no love at all

Only the strong will survive
There’s no future or hope, it’s just hate
When the weak are dead, they’ll turn
On each other and this is the fate

Destiny when they don’t know how to
Farm or hunt or cook
They think they can take and take
Then they’ll see what they took

I can see the future clear in their world
The farmer is dead and his crop too
His cattle and chickens as well
With nothing to renew

Then they’ll have it all and have nothing
All the money with nothing to buy
The cars the houses no fuel no law
Not a thing no factory for supply

This is the Liberal way
They think this is best
Back to the days
Of the Wild Wild West

**** or be killed
Nothing left to live for or die for
Just empty city streets and barren land
And time ticking away to hell’s door

The liberals, what’s yours is mine
Though they didn’t work a day
But it’s not fair if anyone has it
And they don’t, are the words they say

But in reality when they get what they
Want, they will have nothing at all
Everything will be worthless when it’s
Divided we stand and I don’t care if you fall

Because now there’s no love
Only hate and hysteria
That’s what we have beating
In the heart of America

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 06/03/2020
All rights reserved

Trees are like humans they need space to breathe
They reach for the skies and spread shade underneath
Ray's of dappled sunshine spill through their boughs
They stand tall and sturdy protecting the house
The green shoots of Spring grow a Summer display
The deep reds of Autumm keeping Winter at bay
When Winter arrives and they are covered in snow
They are secretly preparing for next years show
So just like a human, if you give love and care
They'll keep giving pleasure for as long as they are there

Right here,
In the eye of the hurricane
Everything makes sense.
Right here,
Everything is real.
And if the hurricane ends up killing me,
Oh well,
What a wild death would it be.