United States Of America Poem by Honesty Oimbo

THE earths come together
And accede to bow our heads with deference
To the light of the world,
For in the beginning the light said a word,
And the utterance was in the hearts of every American
And it was with the people,
So there was peace and water in the world.
It is the land of America,
Where winter comes every year
Chilling the blood of her populace,
So it is the terra firma of humble America
On which the sun shines day and night,
People working every second bit of their lives
For there is not a night on the land
That would set off these people remember their beds;
And down the curve of years, down
Its battered chronicles of tearful history-
The gaining of sovereignty from the British;
The misapprehension between Negroes and the white man,
The detachment all through the First World War
And change of stance to take part in the Second World War,
The death of grand president j. f Kennedy,
The assassination of a black man’s dream, Luther-
Yes the dark path of her history
Her people have tired and moiled
To put together a once traumatized nation,
The nation that has suffered deeply
The copious accomplishment of the powerful states
Is the route of stability in the world
Of darkness and of day-God
So it is known, created night and darkness-
In dimensions of politics, economy and development;
Oh America is like a lamb
That once rested in the arms of Moses
Oh America is like john the Baptist,
Preparing the pathway for a great affluence
To come to the wretched humankind;
The opulence would be bounteneous
As the oceans and all waters
Even her creator could not draw to a close.
When the world has fallen into
The chasm of darkness
She stands up on the moon
Lighting the earth with a powerful flare,
The people get irradiant with expectation
That as long as there is a super power
Their life shall never get down to graves.
The first knowledge was not developed
In America, though it might be so
Which nation has forever been
So technologically sophisticated? None
Like the son of man who lived
On the graven and scrawny earth
For over three eventful decades
Who was sacrificed in the broad daylight
So humanity may live evermore,
So that emancipation might save,
America is the sacrificial lamb,
Sacrificed every day so that
Enemies of social equality and tranquility
Might not hit upon a place in the universe;
Oh is there one who
Is as kind as the soaring states?
In the moments of hitch and crisis,
Through immense suffering appalling
An American will shed a tear
Down the right eye but
The left shall keep on vigil to find a solution:
After all JOB suffered to the tip of demise
But one day when hope he had all given up
He got well and lived well eternally after
In the kingdom of his creator,
When an American feels broken down
He will read the book of Ruth:
‘And Naom cried but he could not give up on life’.
Oh America is fine-looking
Like the sunup rose bright
The creator must have lived on the land
Ere He quite to the mansions of heaven;
Oh America must be revered
For when you see her defense forces
You see security and protection on the face.
The brilliant land of America
Has seen the most great writers
Like Ernest Hemingway, Walt Whitman,
Maya Angelou - who should be a poet laureate;
The entire world let tag on the way,
The savior and the star of the world,
For today never shall it be like tomorrow-
Tomorrow may be a ferocious war
But in wings of the America,
In the shadow of the shepherd
We shall come back victors
To have defeated the adversary hardheartedly,
Oh God bless America.