Our America

This country is united but not under God,

you're blind if you think this country isnt flawed.

We have troops dying left and right, people dont say a word,

People dont see the real picture, the real picture is blurred.

We have the homeless on the road just looking for a bite, 

we let them lay there to die in the cold of the night

Our priorities are whack we need to take a seat,

realize their are people that dont have anything to eat. 

We have children dying and this needs to stop,

we have African Americans being killed by the cops.

They are supposed to protect us at least that's what we're told,

we as a coutry are being controlled.

We have rights that we never use,

when we do get power its instantly abused.

This is our country we the people,

dont let these rules be too deceitful.

This is our land our kingdom come,

Now lets keep it flourishing and see what it becomes.

This poem is about: 
My country
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I hope you enjoy this poem and my views on our country, I love America with all my heart but we can make it better.

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