To the U.S.A.
Here we stand with hands on hearts
Pledging, crying in the dark
You control us with your laws
And point out all our flaws
But when we do the same to you
We're traitors, terrorists or communists, to name a few
The Land of the Free
Has imprisoned me
Along with many others
The Home of the Brave
Has lost its way
And misled my dear brothers
Is there really no escape,
Must we truly live this way,
Or can we make a change
Take this mess and rearrange
To return to where we were
When we pioneered it first
Or is that much worse than it looks,
Written better in our history books?
This poem is about:
My country
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