America, America, the warning thunders loud—

Turn not your back on Israel, or face the wrath of God!

From Genesis twelve the covenant burns eternal flame:

“I bless the blessers, curse the cursers—none escape My Name!”

You sprang from pilgrim altars on a wild and hostile shore,

A city on a hill that nations feared and empires swore.

Through blood of Bunker Hill and beaches red with Normandy,

You guarded Jacob’s remnant, set the captive people free.

But now the jackals circle, Hamas howls October’s gore,

Babies burned, girls shattered on that dark and bloody shore.

While Tehran sharpens daggers and the weak-kneed counsel “peace,”

Will you betray the apple of His eye for oil and false release?

O traitorous hearts in marble halls who barter steel for votes,

Who pause the bombs on Iron Dome and loosen Satan’s throats—

The God who parted oceans, who toppled Pharaoh’s throne,

Will rend this shining nation if we leave His people lone!

No Constitution saves you when the Holy Hand withdraws,

No dollar, drone, or ballot stops the coming righteous cause.

Empires rot from inside when they scorn the ancient vow—

Rome fell, Babylon crumbled—America, you’re falling now!

Arise, you sons of thunder, you daughters forged in fire!

Let stars and stripes entwine the Star of David higher!

No UN chains, no campus screams, no media serpent’s hiss

Shall break the bond that heaven sealed—defend her or perish!

For if we turn our backs today on Zion’s bloodied wall,

Then heaven’s back will turn on us—and judgment soon will fall.

The skies will blacken, fields will fail, the cities choke in fear—

The God of Abraham remembers every traitor’s sneer.

America, America, choose life or choose the grave!

Stand with Israel’s warriors—be strong, be bold, be brave!

The moment that we falter, the moment we betray,

The Lord of Hosts will turn away—and darkness claims the day.

Hold the line! Hold the line! Let the righteous trumpet blast!

Bless the seed of Abraham—America, stand fast!

Or watch your glory crumble like dust beneath His feet—

The choice is yours this hour: **Victory… or defeat.**