'America'
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Nowadays,
holding the door
for a stranger
could be the difference
between a normal day
and a mass shooting.
Sad, isn't it?
Morning dreams half and awake
Messages from somewhere
A bright butterfly
In a field of dreams
Mostly red and white
And the most beautiful
Cinematic blue
Welcome to America
The land of opportunity
The land of the free
With “liberty and justice for all”
Innocent until proven guilty
I tremble and shake
The wind blows my mind away
The cold climate freezes my brain
My heart catches on fire
My pants burn with my lies
COVID-19, gotta quarantine!
Destroying and killing lives and everything in between
You're hidden but not unseen
A vicious thing, evil and unclean
A vile virus that came from the inner workings of Wuhan
To whom it may concern
I think that any
Bigotry,
Ignorance,
Or prejudice
You harbor deep inside should burn.
The land out in the sea
Mysterious and hidden
From many who wish to see
A place of triumph
A place of beauty tis it
One of which many wish to visit
Dearly beloved,
We are gathered here today in the presence of these witnesses
To address the issues of the political injustice in our country.
I was only a freshman when I knew
That life would be tough, and I had some growing up to do.
Although I could hang around til dark catching up with my friends
Your eagle stands proud,
Crowing over these brown rubies sprawled.
But my boy's in a shroud
Everyone has bowed,
Neglecting their duties while their wounds remained raw.
Your eagle stands proud.
Red and white and blue
Stars and stripes and eagles, too.
Root beer and popsicles, hamburgers, galore.
A place with choice and opportunity for more.
Full of greatness and laughter,
The Bill of Rights- our First Ten Amendments
They ensure our Rights and Freedom
Limiting the Control of our Government
Giving us Powers when we most need them
We come here in hopes of a new life,we come here in hopes that we'll surive,but we're not welcomed here, we're pushed aside told,you come from the wrong country please leave or die.
America, I don't know where we stand.
You make me feel so conflicted,
I feel guilty hating the things you do and embody.
Manipulation at it's finest.
"I should feel blessed to live and be with you,
Say, can you seethat the world is dyingWhat so proudly we hailedas Manifest Destiny
Was Genocideat least that's where it began.
America the Great.
America the Beatiful.
America the Ignorant.
America the Hateful.
Something's not right here,
I'm losing my mind here.
Why is it, a gay man walks down the street
We came to this new world scared,
we came in the cold of night
lost, oppressed, and we left our handprints and footprints
on every soil and water way
They tell me education is the key to success
the key that will get me out this mess
the key that will present me with a new dress,
walk and flow about me.
Present me as "Doctor" instead of "Mister"
It is not the Land of the Free
but the Land of Opportunity.
Our Speech, unhinged, becomes our Pride
And we leave no problems to hide.
We praise the Phoenix and the Lotus
That lie amongst the Land
America is all too great and fine
It is full of journeys and of surprise
There's room for all of us to shop and dine
Boys and girls alike dream to see sunrise
The great America however has cried
America the great,
You need to learn to wait.
America the proud,
I can't find a humble one in your crowd.
America the beautiful,
Your eyes are so deceitful.
America the free,
All hail the conquering Hero
But wait, is this force akin to the ancient Nero?
A self interested and maniacal creature,
Or a liberator to the oppressed and dismayed?
America
The home of the free
The home of the brave
Devoid of the racists, sexists and slaves
Or so they've told us since we were so small
I wander down a long and lonesome road
That winds endlessly,
Coated with the dust of shattered dreams.
With each step,
A cloud forms around my feet,
And settles on my shoes
Oh, your undesirable acumen If irony was a country You tell our children that it will be okay When they are seventeen you break the news Not the awfulness of you The tragedy of being the best in the world You are so naive You are so ungreat
How can a country be so pro-life, but take away a sick child's life?
We may think that we are the best, but that lie needs to be put to rest.
Homeless Veterans crowd the street, that is something we have to beat.
O say can you see
What our country could be?
What so proudly we hailed
Has been desperately assailed.
Founded on freedom's hope
Now we can barely cope
With racism and debt,
Anger, Fury, Anxiety, Rage,
Brew upon an open stage
Cries for help amass the rumble
Diminished survivors stagger, often stumble
Evaluating what has happened now
Friends and families asking, “How?”
“Can you hear me?” I choke out through jagged breaths
I watch the world I’d once known crumble into ashes as an odious ringing invades my ears
all around me is burning but I stood there frozen
“Yes, we hear you”
A year ago I felt safe and secure,
with a president who was pure.
Now, I am scared for my life,
because our president just wants to pick a strife.
That is not fair, I say.
Can he please go away?
With our flags waving
And our light ignited
We stand before our grave
And call ourselves United
Our land, strong and proud
Our history, brash and bold
But what accountability is hold
Land of the Free,
People sprout in the streets.
But what I see,
Is injustice everywhere.
The news channels are warped,
As they are racists and selective.
They play what they want,
America the great?
How about America that hates and discriminates
Against races and faces
We live in a time where our country is divided instead of united
We are amazing
We are free
We have been born here and that is all we need to prove it
We’ll protect you, feeble ones
Our might is strong
The smell of smoke in the air.
The morning fog smelled of naplam.
Fear, cold anger, across the insurgents face.
A figure, shrouded in light and fire, bringing hope wherever they stride.
America the beautifulIt's a privilege to beIt's all because of the people overseasWho died so we could be free
If the colors stay true
America will roll through
Through thick and thin
America has been
On gloomy nights
and disastrous mornings
we challenged evil
and fought mischief when we could
America is safe, America is free
Adolescent, I look upon the flag with my hand on my chest and hear the words
The land of the free and the home of the brave
Look how beautiful she is.
Look at her dress, how it shines in the light.
Look at her nails, painted just right.
Look at her hair full of diamonds and gold.
It´s the Land of the free and the home of the brave
Yet we are not free when we are bound by hate
A mothers heart is torn out when her son is deployed
America, a country built on the blood and bones of those who never got to see the “Liberty and Justice for All”
land of the Free
or so we are taught to recite
at every event we attend,
we recite the same song.
growing up military you think i'd see the good
but I only see what we are actually fighting for
U.S.A, the land of the Founding Fathers
or is it the land of the American Originals?
This is the country of extreme responders
every decade a new movement
the country where I am Free.
"All men are created equal"
We all scoff
Laugh
Because we know this isn't
True
What is true is
Unless you are making the top
1% of income
You have
Nothing
People come to America in search of opportunity
Freedom
Independence
Wouldn't it be tragic if that wasn't true for everybody?
(This poem is about everything that needs to change in America. It states my views on the world... and with that my poem)
America the Great?
More like America the lame
J Cole said it best
I'm scared to go into that store with my best friend.
I don't like when they follow me around the store
Pretending to look at something then casually glancing at me
I know I have a purse.
America, O' Sweet America
How you've given me freedom
How you've given me liberty
America, your flags are being burned in the streets!
America, your name is being slandered across the nation!
America abode to me.
Home to the free.
Never rejecting me.
Keeping me fed
and happy.
My America keeps me free.
abandon ship please
abort! abort!
they don't
want you here
anymore
my pathetic mask
it screams! it screams!
it is with deep sorrow
I must inform you,
my previous
I open my eyes and hear the streets of New York City
I look up to see only bystanders filled with pity
My daughter, she wakes up from her cardboard bed
She asks me when she'll be fed
"Soon baby" I said
What have we become?
What in the world has our country done?
Leaving us to sit and starve,
Our lives they wish to carve.
How do people stand this,
The government left with nothing to miss.
I stand with my hand covering my heart,
Face the flag and recite the pledge.
I stand for our President, legislators and judges,
'i pledge allegiance to the flag of the united states of america'
but that flag doesn't seem to stand for what it's meant to anymore
and what does the word 'allegiance' even mean
i don't even know how to spell 'allegiance'
At first, i was proud
To be apart of my nation
We used to be Great
I want to believe we are
But now I am confused and angered
Actions and words are being said and done
In the last light of dusk
A bright flame sprouts
From the center of the flag
That represents a united country
Old glory now represents a dying idea
The one of unity
America, America. The land of the free.
But what makes us free? What makes us great?
Are we so great because of the racial inequalities we face?
O’ America what was your name before they stripped you of your identity?
How does it feel with all that blood within your soil?
Does it displease you that people have ruined your good name?
She stands in the harbor and cries
All the words are memories
Of older times
As a country, we tremble and falter now
Let down so many
Forgotten our vow
Upon the guilded statue given to us by a true friend,
Rests a plague so very old by Emma Lazarus,
It states: "Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp," she cries,
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
america the brave and beautiful-
america where anything is possible-
through all the years of strife and tears
we've fought so hard for independence
Why have we become the menace?
My father tells me stories
Tells me about Brooklyn bridge under a setting sun
When all was new, when he was young
Possibility stretched further than the New York skyline
America
Built on the ideas for a perfect life
Freedom and Equality
Holds a bias for those who can plant their seed with a pale complexion
Education
The pristine white stripes represent those who run this great country,The red stripes are painted with the blood of anyone who believes otherwise.
She's beautiful, independent, and strong.
Many people are jealous of her because of her uniqueness.
She's my home...I feel safe around her
Her name is America...
America, my beautiful and lovley home
You gave me warmth and tranquilty
Your open arms and vast lands, filled with big hearts and gentle hands
Each day you grow tried and weaker
American pride
is wrongfully written
its true meaning is hidden
beneath zealous jingoism
pride, on a Mohs scale, is a ten
America seems too hate
even though putting themselves on a bate
discriminating souls, unknown to them.
they seem not care.
can you even bare the word free.
meanings across the earth change.
What once was pure is now shattered
While founded on the means of acceptance
You have changed since
Commited the opposite of acceptance
We are divided
The USA
By Taylor N
The U.S. of A
Or the United States of Arses,
You know what they say.
Got no respect for ourselves,
Let’s talk about America.
Let’s talk about us and that thing we do
when our cabernet tastes more rotten than fermented,
Blank, we start with a few lines
Color has no life in this world
Soaring white eagles over monochrome pines
Black and white clouds swirled
Build this world of black and white
Nothing is blind in our sight
I grew up being told you can achieve anything you want
I grew up being told to love not hate
I grew up being told that America is the land of the free
I am proud to be an American
I cannot say this is true
They say it’s the land of the free
But its men are dying over seas
Fighting to protect its democracy
For those who discount their right to vote
Where I am not free
Where I will stay brave.
Where my friends have ancestors
That used to be slaves.
Where my vagina is open
I find myself
In an unappreciated
Unasked for
Unhappy position of power
That I have been hated for
And rightfully so.
America is pretty great
that I will admit.
Freedom, justice, liberty
We're all entitled to it.
But America is changeable.
We need some help, in fact.
There are many problems we face here.
America— The wonder of the West.
The country when, at its worst, is the best.
America, everyone’s dream destination,
Tell me, what is destined for our nation?
The American Dream has become a nightmare.
I can’t sleep on the fourth of July.
Not when fireworks
sound like cracked whips
and sparklers glisten
like blood under a streetlamp.
Forgotten.
We've forgotten.
We can no longer see.
Can we remember who we once were,
and who we are supposed to be?
My country, oh my country,
just look how far we've come;
Thousands of faces
the smog blurs
empty stomachs moan
which soot coated hands cover
I'm laying on broken concrete
staring at the starless sky
they cover my ears so I don't hear their cries
Rolling hills and majestic skies
Beautiful faces and even prettier eyes
Plentiful jobs and opportunity for all
This is the country we've come to love most of all,
But people are mad
They fight and shout
As the flag goes up
Many heads lower downward
While it's wave taunts us.
The Americans
Aren't all the same people;
Quite the contrary.
Some are highly proud
Freedom isn't just the freedom of choice
It's about leaving an impact, with words and your voice
Democrat or Republican, Liberal or Conservative
Your voice should be heard, that alone should be worth it
I look upon a nation that once was great,
But I'm blinded by my star spangled eyes.
I see children,
homeless and starving.
I see men and women,
without jobs or hope.
I see the sick and dying,
As the flag goes up
Many heads lower downward
While it's wave taunts us.
The Americans
Aren't all the same people;
Quite the contrary.
Some are highly proud
My grandmother made her home here early,
Before the borders were walled,
Before Laredo was a proper baario
In the heat, she cared for seven children.
My grandmother felt prejudice quickly,
