For America

This is to America

The America that said my voice is going to be heard

The America that take my words and shoots them back at me

With the gun sitting at their waist

America is your friend with a sharp political knife

Hidden behind their caring tones and bright smiles

Unseen by a weak mind

But America make weak minds think their vote counts

That their voice matter

That your skin isn't always the problem

That’s it's your intellect

We are stabbed for every lie told

America's hands stand so red that it covers the white and the blue

No longer the land of the free and home of the brave

No longer red, white and blue

Just red, red for every bloody lie told

This poem is about: 
My country


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