My Country Tis
Birds sweet singing its spring
after a storm the wrens come out and for an hour
its peace
On the morning news the tv bright in the dawn’s early light
We hear about the bombs raining down on the people of Syria
or Afghanistan, people dying children scared and crying
Half a world away but we are in a perilous fight there
Do the birds sing in Aleppo or is it just the whistle of
Rockets bursting in air
America a place that promised
liberty to all
insteadgives peace
just to some.
This poem is about:
Me
My community
My country
Our world
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