The Weakest

In western land, across the sea,

Where men of old fought to be free

From tyrant’s cruel scepter grim,

And did at last their country win,

They statutes wrote, and laws did pass,

‘Neath which no crooked king could last.


Protected they the rights of all,

To life, and liberty, and call

To work their pleasure, joy pursue,

And safeguards to their line embue;

Great words and laws and deeds were done

In early days ‘neath freedom’s sun.


Yet o’er the years, these rights forgot

The leaders of this nation; naught

But power, wealth, and station high

Did ever catch their greedy eye,

And right to life was swift denied

The weakest ones, in dreadful pride.


When nation great forgets from whence

It grew and nourished hope long since,

And flees from God, Who granted peace

And gave all people liberty,

Then ought we rise, and plead, and fight,

Repent in heart, and strive for life.


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