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. He has been stripped of his judgeship and now they are trying to strip his right to practice law in Alabama.

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.

~written by Judge Roy Moore