I see America shifting, Slowly but visibly so. I watch the single parent raise a child on their own. Where should stand tall a family now broken pieces lay, I see America shifting further still away. I watch American immigrants endure treatment that is cruel. I watch a troubled teenager bring his fathers gun to school. I watch the drunken husband lay hands upon his bride, and the teen in high-school bullied to the point of suicide. Young men and women fight in avoidable war, While religions fight and bicker though peace is claimed their core. Poverty is crippling the base we use to stand, and the lack of jobs just leaves us wandering lost with hats in hand. America is shifting, and great things she's truly seen. She witnessed imagination and ingenuity, the ages of oil and machines. She claimed her share of victories in the days that she was young, but now she's getting older and fewer battles can be won. So America has shifted, yet we march still to her drum. But the song America sang, is now just a quiet hum.