The Missing Cog

As one we are Americans

Individually we shape America

We bleed red

We feel blue

And our white bones break under similar burdens

 

Time has taught that

Individually we cannot see

How wonderful we are collectively

So we divide ourselves

And subdivide others

 

Humanity becomes irrelevant

As the squabbling children

Cry, bite, and tear

At the already straining seams

Of our nationality

 

Arms pinwheeling

As we fall backwards into

Historical bad habits

They cry out surprised

Landing on their fellows

 

The masses have forgotten

That they all were once

Tired, poor, and hungry

Searching for hope

And found a home here

 

My heart beats to the drum of defiance

Pumping lifeblood

As my eyes behold national conflicts

That my brain tells me are natural

But I just want to scream

 

Unbiased observance is the key cog

To the clock of unity

 

This poem is about: 
My country
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