God Save My Land!

Men of thought and men of action,

     Men of power, truth and brain:

Will ye stand and see destruction

     Enter in our pure domain?

Will ye see the blight of nations

     Pouring in on every hand?

Oh! That this should be your portion,

     America, my land, my land!

Hear ye not the deafening voices

     Of an angry, lawless mob,

Whose ambition is to rifle,

     And whose purpose is to rob?

What is coming of the freedom

     Which our great forefathers planned?

Must I stand and see her throttled?

     America, my land, my land!

Hear ye not the brazen trumpets

     Calling men to give their lives?

Give their lives to shield their children,

     And their homes and waiting wives?

Men of thought and men of action,

     Be alive and in command;

Save this beauty spot of freedom,

     America, my land, my land!

Tell me, is the glare of office

     Worth a nation’s sacrifice?

Will the ring of hoarded dollars

     Pay an awful, bloody price?

For the sake of all that’s noble,

     Let your staying powers expand;

Save, O save from dire destruction,

     American, my land, my land!

Oct. 4, ‘92

    Pub. in

Boston Traveler,

  Oct. 29, ‘92