The following is a poem written by Judge Roy Moore from Alabama. Judge Moore was sued by the ACLU for displaying the Ten Commandments in his courtroom foyer.

America the beautiful,

Or so you used to be.

Land of the Pilgrims’ pride;

I’m glad they’ll never see.


Babies piled in dumpsters,

Abortion on demand,

Oh, sweet land of liberty;

Your house is on the sand.


Our children wander aimlessly

Poisoned by cocaine

Choosing to indulge their lusts,

When God has said abstain


From sea to shining sea,

Our Nation turns away

From the teaching of God’s love

And a need to always pray


We’ve kept God in our

Temples , how callous we have grown.

When earth is but His footstool,

And Heaven is His throne.


We’ve voted in a government

that’s rotting at the core,

Appointing Godless Judges;

Who throw reason out the door,


Too soft to place a killer

In a well deserved tomb,

But brave enough to kill a baby

Before he leaves the womb.


You think that God’s not

Angry, that our land’s a moral slum?

How much longer will He wait

Before His judgment comes?


How are we to face our God,

From Whom we cannot hide?

What then is left for us to do,

But stem this evil tide?


If we who are His children,

Will humbly turn and pray;

Seek His holy face

And mend our evil way:


Then God will hear from Heaven;

And forgive us of our sins,

He’ll heal our sickly land

And those who live within.


But,  America  the Beautiful,

If you don’t – then you will see,

A sad but Holy God

Withdraw His hand from Thee.

~~Judge Roy Moore~~

Among the sources citing Roy Moore as the author of the poem are The American Spectator, the Associated Press, and

Update: Poem was ‘Partly’ written by Moore

In a February 6, 2006 message from Judge Roy Moore’s Foundation for Moral Law in Montgomery, Alabama, the organization’s secretary Heather Moore wrote: “Part of the poem was anonymous and part was written by the Chief Justice. There are several different versions being circulated [and] this is but one.”

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