What it Means to You
“Don’t let anyone tell you America’s not great.”
I tried, Dad.
I wanted to bleed red white and blue
Like you.
But sitting in history class, what was I supposed to do?
With the kill count climbing ever higher
Wars are waged; The world's on fire
I was tired.
I am tired.
Of screaming old white men
Trying to attain more power
The resources that they devour
The lives they deflower
Hour upon Hour.
The bodies are stacked
Europe.
Vietnam.
Afghanistan.
Syria.
“Don’t let anyone tell you America’s not great.”
Then tell me why it is.
This poem is about:
My country
Our world