America, Oh America

America, Oh America,

The land of the great and dishonest,

Proud of broken promise.

Flags held high,

But immigrants are left to die.

America, Oh America,

Wake up before it’s too late

Guns bared, is it fate?

America, Oh America,

Black or White,

Race is under a spotlight.

America, Oh America,

Many are left for dead,

Unsure if they’ll be fed.

Boney and battered,

So many dreams are shattered.

America, Oh America,

To avoid being a firing range,

There needs to be some change.


This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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