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Untied State of America

Too many are in a state in which to appease this would-be king is a thing. Too many in power cower to the flurry of EOs. And I worry: are we in the throes of war? The doors of our neighbors slam and lock as they balk at what we have become … in one month’s time. A crime. America, loosed from friends who have deduced we are behind this unraveling, is disjointed. We’ve appointed a king, know it or not. Formerly brothers, we are now others in the sight of those who once had our back. They see what we don’t. Or won’t. Their eyes are open to the dulling of the shining city on the hill, while our king is culling our allies at his will.

Your falling isn’t
from the attacks of others,
my country, ‘tis of thee.

© Marie Elena Good, 2025

February 10, 2025

NO PARTY FOR ME

No Party for Me

I cannot vote for
killing babies in the womb
or outside the womb

killing grown babies
we send off to fight a war
to never come home

or come home missing —
pieces of themselves murdered —
never to come back.

I cannot vote for
babies who grew up to think
it is okay to

endanger those of
different cultures – cultures
they were taught don’t love

and that they are not
welcome to safety, if their
safety is near you

if their safety costs
dollars from a rich nation,
or even if not.

If their safety might
make you even just a bit
uncomfortable

then it isn’t worth
your time or your energy,
even if you find

it costs none of that.

I cannot vote for
babies who never grew up
never grew out of

thinking more highly
of themselves than others, and
showing it daily.

I cannot vote for
those unwilling to see that
some people need help

not because they are
unwilling to work, and not
because they’re lazy.

I cannot vote for
those who want to take away
American rights —

even those rights that
perhaps I disagree with,
or don’t understand.

I have no party.
I have no candidate, but
I love my country

and I will fight to
hold fast the America
that’s slipping away.

© Marie Elena Good, 2025

May 4, 2023

Prayer for my country, on this National Day of Prayer

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This may be sung to America the Beautiful.

O Father, mold my country’s heart
to seek love’s endless length.
Let all our public servants speak
with honor, truth, and strength.
And gift us with Your favor, Lord,
which we can never earn.
God grant my country
health and peace,
and for You, let her yearn.

O Father, hold my country’s feet
fast to a path of grace.
Let all within her borders seek
to welcome and embrace
our neighbors from around the world,
and see them as Your own
that none should hold
a hungry child,
and none should walk alone.

© Marie Elena Good, 2023

June 16, 2016

IN PERIL

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This shining city on a hill
Has but a flicker of goodwill.
Our homeland’s in profound unrest;
Precarious as a young stork’s nest.
No longer held in high esteem …

Yet pray’ers pray, and dreamers dream.

Our brethren’s blood runs through our streets.
Unwelcome history repeats.
We’ve chosen shady and debased
To fill an office that’s disgraced
While haters hate, and schemers scheme.

Still pray’ers pray, and dreamers dream.

But God grants vision to the blind,
Redeems the lost; restores mankind.
His faithfulness is unsurpassed,
As through it all, His love holds fast.
My hopefulness remains agleam …

While pray’ers pray, and dreamers dream.

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