Where once stood a shining city, set upon a hill... now stands a nation under siege, its teaming masses and huddled poor, looking for their escape door. We are a Nation in distress, a people, whose capricious and immoral swagger has taken them off course... to, engage in self-destructive behavior, uncomely and reckless ventures.
America's ship of state is adrift in a tempest sea... without a helm. She has abandoned her moral compass and the winds of infamy are driving her upon the rocks. America lacks the leadership and wisdom to trim her sails; too, come about, on a leeward course, where safe harbor may be found, where she may repair and refit, for a better day. America's ship is bound for destruction, without a new helm, she is incapable of changing course... there is no sure hand, able to set her at anchor, in harbors, secure from the storm.
Let us pray that providence may once more save the day... too, bring us about, to sail in seas safe from the torrent of the present storm. We need to find good Masters and Pilots true, too once more lay eyes upon that shining city, set upon a hill... That beacon of light... in the night, that marks the way too better seas and safer times... Where one can, once more, build a nation, where every man and woman may... reach their God-given potential... as freemen and women.
There is yet time to swing about ... yet room to maneuver this Grand old ship of state, too, salvage our heritage, from those who would have us shipwrecked and castaway... Yet, time to reclaim our liberty and individual freedom... There remains a remnant of the righteous seed in America, and if properly rooted and nourished, the Tree of Liberty may once more bear fruit.