The America that had potential

America,
You are a ghost
of what you used to be
Don't  you feel the boiling anger
that's spilling inside me?
Didn't you hear our fathers' cries?
 Our fathers' gut wrenching pleas?
Arent you guilty of the corruption
that destroyed their budding seeds?

America,
 I used to love you
But now my eyes cant see
Why they dreamt of opportunity
When they knew their dreams weren't free 
Why they paid with sweat and tears
Currency in shackled feet
And still followed in your path
And accepted your deceit

America,
There are survivors
Who have parted your red sea
Who have paved a way for us
A path for generation Z
Who grabbed mana from your sky
And force fed us with belief
That one day you would change
But now it dawns on me

America,
You were great
And our love could not be beat
But now I cannot  deal
With a liar
And a cheat
I want to see my brothers rise
My colored siblings on their feet
My inner city sisters loved
Impoverished children off the streets

America,
You had your chance
America you had potential
And I would give you one last one
But your chances arent exponential
And frankly
I've found better
And I do wish you the best
But America this is goodbye

Put our sufferings to rest

This poem is about: 
My country
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