America
When you think of America
We want you to think
Proud
Brave
Kind
When I think of America
I only think of
Greed
Arrogance
Spite
When I walk through the streets
I want to see
A mother
A father
Love
When I walk through the streets
I see nothing but
Poverty
Hatred
Blood
America needs a change
From its'
Lies
Crimes
Sins
America needs to be great
Not for itself but for its'
Environment
People Citizens
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country