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







“Don’t let anyone tell you America’s not great.”


Then tell me why it is.


This poem is about: 
My country
Our world


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