America the great? 

More like America, the country full of hate.

 This land is your land, But only if you're male with a white colored hand. This land is my land, But only when the need for workers becomes a dire demand.  From the redwood forest,To the slums people visit as a sympathetic, blind tourist. This land was made for you and me,For a life sized fee.  Oh say, can you see? The thousands of people struggling to just be free.  The dawns early light,Rarely shines on the most important fight. What's so proudly we hailed-When our corrupted democratic system failed.  Does our proud flag still wave-Over a country, too divided on who deserves to be saved?  Does our anthem still play-Over the cries of the beaten children, doomed to miss the light of day?  Does the republic really still stand-When discussion of our different opinions is all but banned?  Are we still one nation, under God-When so many 'believers' hide behind their committed facade?  Are we still indivisible- When we still can't identify the rights of an individual?  Is justice really for all-When so many of our pure patrons fall?  America the great? Not where I'm standing, not at this rate.