America, you are staggering like a drunken whore,
Even to the point of entrance at Hell’s door!
Your foundational motto: IN GOD WE TRUST—
You have trampled underfoot! Can’t you see the dust
Of decaying morals? Of lust, pride and vanity?
You are on the verge of losing your very sanity!

America, home of Miss Liberty—land of the free (?)—
Your slip is showing—dragging in filth and debris!
Still, you plod along shunning all of God’s holy ways.
Even Nineveh applied for an extension of days!
But you say, “Attention I want. I’ll be a global shocker.”
Listen-up! Surely, Jesus will be your boat-rocker!

America, you are no longer little sweet sixteen—
Nor are you a dainty ballerina or a beauty queen.
Having joined in the stoning of His prophets and saints,
Your make-up’s make-up clearly resembles war-paint!
If you could see all things from beginning to end—
To which side, God’s or satan’s, would your knees bend?

America, open up the Book, the end is not hidden!
Are you not concerned that you are backslidden?
Redeem the time for good. Check out God’s Holy Writ!
See where in His blueprint you might exactly fit.
The sinfulness abounding throughout your storied land
Is hideous mocking of Heaven’s most righteous plans.

America, won’t you obey His ageless, instructive words?
You can’t run from them—even in your souped-up Birds!
The Day of the Lord, like a thief in the night, will come
For a people listening for His trump—not a bongo drum!
It’s up to you, America! Wha’d’ya say you get in His Mood?
He is coming—ready or not—and His name is not dude—
But, Jesus. Yes, Jesus!

America, He loves you so!