America the Ugly
Soup with only one ingredient,
salad with only lettuce.
Women, gays, blacks,
we can speak only if they let us.
Indivisible under God,
yet my country is rooted by evil.
Hatred is the driving force and
the only break is upheaval.
The melting pot it surely is,
destroyed by the hands of man.
Where everybody in it suffers and
we fall more than we stand.
This poem is about:
My country