Christian poem 'America' by Faith DiPasquale (Christart.com)

America
by Faith DiPasquale © 2006

I don't think about what is America,
It really isn't important to me,
I see it as a country,
Where you can live and be free.

I don't dwell on all the politics,
I don't study its laws,
I never pay attention,
To all its many flaws.

I live each day naively,
I care for only my day-to-day life,
I never really noticed the things I can do freely.

All I saw was a country,
Where I was placed and grown,
I saw that I could worship
My God on his Celestial throne.

I never really thought,
Of the lives that died to save,
This county that I live in,
And it's people though depraved.

And so I live my life,
Just wandering, not a care,
And though I see the evil,
I choose not to stare.

Maybe someday I will learn,
Someday I will see,
I will see the evil,
And change the things to be.

I sigh so in-contently,
My life I see as a bore,
I need much more excitement,
To do many more things galore.

To study on America,
To read depressing news,
Is too much out of character,
And so I'd rather lose.

The fate of America does balance,
On the knowledge I take in,
And how I decide to help change,
All of its evil sin.

The people now have fallen,
They don't care at all, like me,
All they care is for the fun,
And movies they can see.

I sit here want for learning,
For something that you teach,
My heart is just now yearning,
To learn to change the beat.

Although I'm un-contented,
And it may seem like just a waste,
One day you will see me flourish,
To help my country change it's fate.

One last wish I falter,
One last thing I plea,
If this is to be America,
Please help me change the things to be.