Enough Poem by Bill Upton

No, this time it is necessary.
It's gone too far,
We've lost too much.
Backtracking stops here.
The soul of our country has been hijacked.
Somewhere along the way we've broken our own back.
We lie exposed, spineless.
Our freedoms have mistakenly been compromised
To extend 'freedoms' to the most vocal.
Political correctness (an oxymoron of great magnitude)
Has driven a stake in the heart of America.
Our moral compass has spun out of control.
We allow evil masquerades to diminish conscience.
We misinterpret 'freedom of' for 'freedom from'.
As a society we sue our fellow man irresponsibly and irrationally
In despicable money grabs.
We listen to politicians, to individuals, to nations
Who do not have our best interests in mind.
We believe direct camouflaged lies to our faces.
Righteous behavior is ridiculed and misrepresented.
Vital aspects of humanity
Have been led to the slaughter.
Our former rich heritage
Has been miswoven into the current fabric
Of disgrace in the streets.
It has been stolen without ransom
By a generation of apathetic, weak, and morally bereft youth
Who have slanted the world's philosophy
To fit their own misguided agenda.
Everyone covers up-
With political corruption,
With guns speaking for justice,
With hoodies and masks and darkness being used
To hide bad behavior.
With radical, uninformed, incendiary blogs
Being sent into cyberspace from authors perched on couches
In the safety of basements in their mothers' homes.
Flags are burned in front of veterans who have fought for rights
That the demonstrators use to burn them.
God's name can be on every piece of payroll currency,
But children are punished for saying His name in school.
The Bible, upon which each newly inaugurated president
Places his hand and takes an oath
Is not allowed to be quoted at school graduations.
No, the time to sing 'Kum-ba-ya' around the campfire
Has passed.
Now we've gone too far. We've lost too much.
Here's the sand.
Here is the line.
Draw.