What America Should Dream.

They call us the greatest.

Sometimes we can know why.

But if we are tastelesss, 

then we're hung out to dry.

They elected Lincoln

was honest, brave, and true.

Now our morals are sinkin'

 No wonder we feel blue. 

But don't you give up hope. 

It can still all work out. 

We can become good folk. 

Yes, it is great. No doubt! 

But only when people,

look straight in the mirror. 

And head to the steeples.

Values we must nearer. 

Only then can we be

greater, with leaders clean,

Like the day we were freed. 

Our American dream.

This poem is about: 
My country
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