By Sheree Hardin
The world has vasted its veil
throughout the breath of time,
beautiful with dreams imagined
but vaguely distraught with crime.
We dream of peace yet breach havoc
following our ears rather than eyes,
dreaming the day things go our way
no matter another's demise.
Proponed we yet not allow to yeild,
rather instead we propel the way,
the world is our big, staged field
to push different dreams at bay.
So speak, dear leader, and feed pride
which we all seem to share,
because we are the greatest nation
to use fear on another's dare.