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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