America is waiting.

   Oh say can you see, the wall being built? The country we once knew now thrown on a tilt.The Dawns early light is from nuclear bombs.People praying in church reading a psalm.For this country, once so strong, now led by a man who acts before he thinks.Too much has changed, too fast, in one persons blink. Terrorism remains a major threat. While too many college kids suffer in debt.You can work three jobs and still not have enough to make ends meet.When were we ever a country to accept defeat? Our relationships with other countries are quickly deteriorating.Come on Mr. Trump, step up, we're waiting.    

This poem is about: 
My country

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