I was taught that we are the land of the free,

That church and State are seperate.

That consent is derived from me.

What has happened to my beautiful home,

That my  neighbors are blocked out for how they look.

I am ashamed,

Ashamed for more than the act itself,

For more than the people who support it,

I am ashamed that above all else,

I still have hope for what this country could be.

I love what it stands for,

For the woman off the coast of New York who stands above presidential oppression.

Who stands to welcome the masses.

This country is not one that I consent to.

This is not America.

America is the place where I love to be.

Where I am proud of what I am surrounded by.

America is not this wasteland of political corruption and personal prejudices.

America is shiny and beautiful like our useless pennies.

I pray for the soul of America as a whole.

I pray that she is saved from her imminent doom.

I pray for the survival of this great nation,

Resting on the back of the US Constitution.

May America onece again be great,

And may she be just and fair.

May America be the picture that I paint.

America the beautiful, 

America the great,

May you soon again be found.