Chances

America, home of the free and opportunity

Where dreams are acquired

Black White Brown and Yellow make-up a community

Beauty is endlessly admired

There’s almost social equality for all

I will not die with an empty stomach

Education is guaranteed

Call Americans anything but banal

Thinking of our past makes us sick

Our land isn’t perfect but we’re getting there

This poem is about: 
My country
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