Dear Reader,

I write these lines not as a poet seeking applause, but as a watchman compelled by conscience and burdened by love for my country. In an hour when America stands at a grave crossroads—when ancient truths are mocked, when demonic ideologies disguised as progress and compassion have infiltrated our institutions, our schools, our hearts, and even our sanctuaries—I could not remain silent. This poem is a solemn call to repentance. It is a cry from the soul of one who still believes that God has not forsaken this land, but that we as a people have forsaken Him. We have traded the fear of the Lord for the applause of men. We have exchanged liberty for license, justice for vengeance, and the light of truth for the darkness of deception. The blood of the innocent cries out. The family lies in ruins. Confusion reigns where clarity once stood. And judgment, though long restrained by mercy, draws steadily nearer. My prayer is simple: that every reader—whether believer or skeptic—would pause, search their own heart, and consider the hour in which we live. This is not a political manifesto. It is a spiritual alarm. Repentance is not shame; it is the doorway to restoration. It is the path back to the God who raised this nation from a wilderness and made her a beacon to the world. If these words sting, let them sting unto life. If they convict, let them drive you to your knees. If they awaken hope, let that hope be anchored in the only One who can heal our land. America can still be saved—but only through humble, sincere, national turning back to God. The choice remains ours for a little while longer.

With urgent love and trembling hope,
The Poet

2 Chronicles 7:14
“If My people who are called by My name will humble themselves, and pray and seek My face, and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin and heal their land.”

Jeremiah 18:7-8
“The instant I speak concerning a nation and concerning a kingdom, to pluck up, to pull down, and to destroy it, if that nation against whom I have spoken turns from its evil, I will relent of the disaster that I thought to bring upon it.”Proverbs 14:34
“Righteousness exalts a nation, but sin is a reproach to any people.”

Isaiah 5:20
“Woe to those who call evil good, and good evil; who put darkness for light and light for darkness…”

Ephesians 6:12
“For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places.”

1 Timothy 4:1
“Now the Spirit expressly says that in latter times some will depart from the faith, giving heed to deceiving spirits and doctrines of demons.”

Joel 2:12-13
“‘Now, therefore,’ says the Lord, ‘Turn to Me with all your heart, with fasting, with weeping, and with mourning.’ So rend your heart, and not your garments; return to the Lord your God…”

Ezekiel 18:30-32
“Repent, and turn from all your transgressions, so that iniquity will not be your ruin… For I have no pleasure in the death of one who dies,” says the Lord God. “Therefore turn and live!”

Isaiah 59:14
“Justice is turned back, and righteousness stands afar off; for truth has fallen in the street, and equity cannot enter.”2 Peter 3:9
“The Lord is not slack concerning His promise… but is longsuffering toward us, not willing that any should perish but that all should come to repentance.”These Scriptures form the spiritual backbone of the poem. They proclaim both solemn warning and tender hope: judgment follows persistent sin, but mercy awaits a humble and repentant people.

O America, thou favored land of light,
Once pilgrim’s hope upon a stormy shore,
Whose covenant with Heaven burned so bright—
Now dimmed by shadows at thy temple door.

The ancient Dragon stirs with cunning guile,
In silken lies and ideologies of night;
He cloaks his chains in freedom’s stolen smile,
And calls the darkness wisdom, pure and right.

Repent! The Judge upon His throne draws near,
His eyes like flame behold thy crimson stain—
The blood of innocents, the silent tear,
The altars cold, the broken marriage chain.

Where once thy steeples rang with sacred song,
Now temples rise to self and fleeting lust;
Where liberty and law walked hand in strong,
Now chaos reigns and iron fists of dust.

Awake, ye sons of Plymouth’s holy vow,
Ye children of the Revolution’s fire!
The whirlwind gathers; heaven’s trumpets bow
To sound the warning of consuming ire.

Demonic doctrines slither through thy schools,
Twisting the young with serpents’ poisoned tongue;
They crown the vile, they mock the golden rules,
And call good evil till the darkness sung.

Repent, O nation! Rend thy haughty heart,
In sackcloth bow before the mercy throne;
Cast down thy idols, tear thy lies apart,
And turn thee wholly to the Lord alone.

For judgment rides upon the tempest’s wing—
Plague, division, violence, and despair—
Yet mercy lingers still, a boundless spring,
If thou wilt seek with contrite, fervent prayer.

Restore the altar! Let the pulpits flame
With truth unyielding, sharp as a two-edged sword;
Let families kneel and call upon His Name,
The only Rock, the everlasting Lord.

Then shall thy light break forth as morning fair,
Thy wounds be healed, thy former glory rise;
A city set on a hill, beyond compare,
A beacon once again beneath the skies.

Hear now the watchman’s final, solemn cry:
“Repent, America, while time remains!
Lest thou, like Babylon, in ruin lie,
And judgment seals thy once triumphant name.”

O turn thee now—thy God is slow to wrath,
His arms still open, waiting to forgive;
Repent, and live! Walk in the ancient path,
And by His grace forever truly live.