american the not-as-great

america.

we all preach it as the land of the free

the home of the brave.

america.

the new president says we need to make it

great again.

what made it not as great?

what made it in need of being "fixed"?

 

is it the copious amounts of racism

littering the streets and our minds?

is it the acts of terror created

by our own people

and then turned on those who did nothing wrong?

is it the piggybacking of the hatred

that is spread like a disease?

is it, perhaps, america that is the cause?

is america,

with its star-spangled banner

and right to bear arms,

the one thing wrong with this country?

 

or maybe,

just maybe,

it's the people inside it

who need to make a change.

This poem is about: 
My country

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