Land of the Free?

We pride ourselves on being safe

but the only ones who can comfortably

walk down the street

are the ones crumbling the roads beneath

the rest of us

money being the only way of communication

because being broken

isn't enough to catch their eyes

they hear what they want to hear

so they never hear 

our yells

our cries

our pride

we have come together 

even more than before

red, white, and blue

and black and white and brown

we will yell till we don't have a voice anymore

because crying and letting them win isn't an option

we pride ourselves 

on being the land of the free

so we must fight 

till we all can walk down the same road

together

This poem is about: 
My country

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