America, Can You Take Care of Me?

Wed, 05/10/2017 - 20:26 -- HopeR

You walk into high school, it’s just another day.

Spinning your pencil around,

The knowledge is just gray.

The books, the class, the other people,

Seem to understand,

but it isn’t clearer for you.

Getting out of school,

your parents asking, “What did you do?”

You answer, “I don’t know, what did you do?”

 

Because you don’t know,

You spend all your time getting caught up

to just fall down again.

Nothing seems to be working

When all you do is working

What does the final exam mean?

It’s just another number that they use to

Screen you, see you, not even know you.

Just like the Nazis used for the all people in their concentration camps.

All they say is “It’s important!”

Yeah, like getting a college degree and having debt is the best way.

 

You’re walking into college, it’s just another day.

Looking at Facebook as the teachers say,

“You will need this information for your daily life.”

Tell that to Mark Zuckerberg, with his multibillionaire life.

Getting behind again because you don’t care

Wish there something better out there.

Knowing one day you will get a job,

But you have no creativity after all this schooling.

 

You aren’t creative, why?

They hardly ask for you to be expressive,

To eat or play.

They just want you to pay, pay, pay.

You find it kinda hard to stay on track.

When all you do is take one step back.

Let’s hope life gets better.

 

You walk into work, it’s just another day.

Your wife is pregnant, and you have to stay

At work for yet another day.

All this money isn’t going to help your family.

It’s too hard to keep up with the money.

Nothing is working, everything is hard.

Maybe you will give up now.

 

You walk into jail, “Why did you get caught?

You said you were only going to do that, that one day.

You must pay, and now you are getting slayed.

Guards, dogs, yelling, screaming, and biting.

Maybe today it will end, but it doesn’t.

You now have to pay the cruel way.

 

You walk to see the constitution,

Your life in America isn’t the best.

You were tested.

You had a job.

Then got arrested.

Only because America was participating in this one-sided relationship.

 

America doesn’t really think about you,

It only thinks of the business men.

If we were like our European brethren

We would have a better country, man.

 

America, the great,

If only it could be.

Seriously politicians

Will you think about me

And the greater good of America?

 

America, America

You mean the world to me,

America, America

From sea to shining sea.

Can you take care of me?

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world

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