"Land of the Free"

Oh, say can you see

The violence

The rallies

The death

We tell the world it’s freedom

But it is blood that paves our streets

It shines in the sun

Mocking gold

Land of the free home of the brave

Land of the incarcerated

Home of the discriminated

Blacks on whites

Whites on blacks

Fists raised high

Voices horse from yelling

Legs soar from walking

Fists tied back with handcuffs

Voices gone from chocking

Legs soar from running

Words are taken away

And treated as termism

When all we want is freedom

Shown the way it is written

Until skin color no longer defines

And race does not exist

There will be violence

There will be Rallies

There will be Death

This poem is about: 
My country


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