The world as we know it

The world as we know it, is filled with war,  not peace, filled with cries and screams. Bombs dropped on nations, blood shed by a bullet. America needs to change, for as I speak of pity and blame, left in speechless pace. No more racism, no matter the color of our skin, or the deformity of how we were born, no more hurting  those who have no power over a crowd, no more need for violence in our country, for we are all equal, and for we have the right to speak our opinions, even when they are right or wrong. God bless those who actually are needy, God bless those who had sought out our great nation, God bless America.

This poem is about: 
My country

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