Is America really that great?

Is America the same as it used to be?

Is everyone treated the same?

Where the racisim lies in the corners of the street,

where the elders are not respected as they should be. 

The schools aren't anyone's dream, it's just a worst nightmare.

Schools are the home of bullying,

Children  go there fearfully. 

Where are the kids that used to play in the fields all day long,

They are just in their phone jamming on the new rap song. 

What happened to all those fun family days?

Did they just get washed away in the rain?

Is it just me or the sky seems to be darker

Maybe it is just because of all the vehicles that run around the road's corner,

Is America really that great?

Will everone ever be treated the same?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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