A Divided Nation

Our country is dividing down the middle-

So divided, it's crumbling.


One side begs for justice, and their rights.

They beg for it to stop-

They plead for theirs lives to not be taken.

They call for action-

For the consequences to be paid.

They pray they’re not next-

They pray it stops.


The other side calls for segregation.

Some call it “the year of change.”

They say “We’re taking our country back”

They talk about “the Good Old Days”

They call for people to be sent to where they came from.


Our country is divided down the middle-  

By systematic racism, and police brutality.

So divided, it’s crumbling.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country


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