The Promised Land

Oh, when will we see the land of the free


There is a war not away


 But right in the streets


A place of division


And fear of police


Oh, the need to come together


And fight for the peace


This is the land of the brave


Not the land of the weak


The innocent lives that were taken


Will not be forsaken


Til justice is served 


We refuse to sleep


We are slaves breaking chains


We can no longer bear


So, to God, we pray


That the promise land is near


This poem is about: 
My country
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