America?

America,

The land of the free... but yet we are putting up a wall. To block people out, to block out opportunity.

America praises that it's the place where your dreams come true, but yet the wall will block those dreams.

The land where everyone is free but we can't like the same sex without getting harrassed-- or feel like we are the other sex. 

The people who are rich own the land, the rest of us just live, some not even under a rood, but under a bridge.

The country who has a ton of food, but still people starving in the streets, do you even notice them? No because you are too busy typing on your cell phone to notice how shitty America really is.

The promise land.

More like the fake land.

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world

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