Change
Our elders walk the proudest mile,
They died fighting and it was all worth while,
They say we fought and now we're here,
But the past rings true and the truth is clear.
We are still breathing the pain of our brothers,
Who had dreams of a nation who saw no colors,
The law is kind but throughly misguided,
They hire the corrupt and our nation is divided,
When will you see beneath the skin?
Beceause underneath we're American kin
This poem is about:
My country