Heaven on Earth: My American Creed
Summary
Angels tread the earth
and as their voices billow
my heart swells
for they cry,
"I'm overworked,
I'm underfed,
Please break my limbs,
so I may rest,"
Oh, God, stop their pain!
How could the angels
and I share
a common nature-
one that is adaptive,
insistent,
loving,
innovative...
and only I may
erect an enterprise,
and worship,
and speak,
And I may
utilize my voice
significantly,
and receive justice,
And, when overwhelmed
with abhorrent circumstances,
I possess the right
to try
to overcome ?
Geographically
my home alone
facilitates this.
My neighbors might never
be satisfied
with their achievements-
the incredible progress they've made...
How sore could their
stretched stomachs be?
And they are still hungry for change!
My God, it is their right .