My country is my valentine!

This poem is for her.

She’s in a lot of trouble

And I think most folks concur.

I love my country, and I fear

what “they” want her to be:

Americans who hate her,

want to change her, totally.

They called her names and burned her flag,

caused riots in the streets;

those in power didn’t stop them,

so of course, there were repeats!

Those horrors really happened

And are quickly getting worse;

If Americans don’t take a stand

There could be no reverse.

Why have some Americans,

turned Marxist, of all things?

It’s as if they’re unaware

of what Marxism brings.

What will it take for folks to see

The havoc Biden’s caused?

He is giving us to China

And he’s broken many laws!

He swore to serve this country

But instead, he’s brought us pain—

We’re in debt into the billions

And illegals’ numbers gain.

God, please help our young folk

For our country, to stand tall,

Let them know the gift of freedom

Is the greatest gift of all.

America, my Valentine,

I pray that you survive

And earn, again, respect that’s owed

To those who gave their lives.