Americathe "land of the

America

the "land of the free"

so they say-

but how is this true

to everyone but you

if we restrict those 

who enter the

red, white, and blue.

 

The earth is fragile

and the world is broken

now. 

Soon I'll see the 

sun in full light

but never any stars at night

Th earth is calling for 

help

and who are we to deny

our only home 

a hand. 

 

 

This poem is about: 
My country

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