Here In America Poem by Randy McClave

In America:
I never thought that I needed a gun
For murder or killing or for my protection,
Only for hunting and target shooting just for fun
Now in my belief there is a major correction.
Here in America.

In America:
I saw cowardly masked Nazis parading
While marching on the streets of Columbus,
America's beliefs they were degrading
They were racists and evil as they did march and cuss.
Here in America.

In America:
White Supremacists and Nazis I do hate
With their evils and sinful beliefs as they marched by,
Then their they were in my son's state
With their rhetoric and hate they did proclaim and cry.
Here in America.

In America:
They waved and saluted their filthy Nazi flag
As they marched upon America's street,
Patriotism towards it they did salute and brag
As they insulted every African American they did see or meet.
Here in America.

In America:
My dad and uncles would be turning over in their grave
My dad and his brothers fought against the Nazis in WW2,
Now it's time for me to be one of the patriotic and brave
I think it's time to buy a gun and fight them too.
Here in America.

Randy L. McClave