America Home of the Brave

America, home of the brave,
Or that's the thing many used to say
And now people often have to pray
Begging God not to let it be their last day
Of all the people that look up at the news
To see people being horribly abused
Kidnapping, shootings, suicide or
Racism, unemployment, homeless people and more
Is there a way we can soar?

But then again, it's still America home of the brave
For all the people who survive another day
And all the people who show courage and strength
During times that people want to fake
There are still heroes, and warriors of all kinds
Of different races, religions and backgrounds
Lets never lose hope and faith in this nation
In the people who try to live out their days
Striving for the chance to live their dreams
To rise above the negative ways, to have a big rave
So they can still say, America home of the brave

This poem is about: 
My country

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