Athem of the United States
Oh say, can you see,
through the haze of pollutants,
past the smog in the streets?
With no help from political elected shoo-ins,
that global warming under the rug they sweep.
Those stripes and bright stars fly their perilous flight,
where they don't belong,
where they stay and lose their lives the fight.
Iraq, Afghanistan, Pakistan, more.
There is hope of healing the worlds plight,
while the United State's people stay sore.
Is this country good? It could be,
but only with people on the same page
and expressing opinions remembering everyone is free.
This poem is about:
My country
Our world