The Americans

America, America! How lucky we are

To not have to strain to reach for the stars.

And yes, I'm aware how well-off I've got it,

but I don't have to feel bad if I haven't thought it.

 

Why don't you stand up? It's the pledge, show some pride!

It's disrespectful to those who have died.

Wait, the Natives? The black people? No, that's not right.

In America, we only consider the white.

 

These protests, they're getting you nowhere, you know.

They're pointless, barbaric- some morals you show!

How useless, how futile, I can't even look!

..What? No, I don't read the history books.

 

America, America, what a place to be,

where we pride ourselves on living together and free..

 

But if you sit for the pledge, I will despise you.

If you think I'll listen, I will surprise you.

And if you go to one of those protests, I will disown you.

No, I don't care how long I've known you.

 

And here's my advice: if you don't like it, scram!

"That's not how it works"? Do you know who I am?!

I have nothing nice or important to say,

But I don't like your opinions, so I don't want you to stay.

 

America, America, how we love to live

with no damns about disprivileged people to give!

This poem is about: 
My community
My country

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