Not the America of Their Dreams

Our forefathers wrote of 'America the Beautiful',

a land where all are free.

Sweet land of liberty,

your land does not live up.

 

We say that we stand for the immigrant,

all colors, languages, and countries,

but our leader denies it all.

This is a land where only some are free.

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
My country

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