Isn't She Lovely?

America the beautiful, isn't she lovely?

Built for the free, convenient she forgot about me

Declaration of rights for them not we, isn't she lovely?

She kills us in the streets and strikes below the belt, at the knee

Her image changes from shiny brown to decaying green, isn't she lovely?

Her eyes and her flame overlook the sea welcoming waves of THEM

Only to send THEM back the way THEY came

Home of the enslaved, isn't she lovely?

Hardly. I work just so she doesn't strip of all I have.

I am no different than THEM. Only in skin. Another drop in the bin.

Eternally we live in sin. Follow her Bible, go to her Hell, and surrender to her Almighty. Ain't she lovely?

But she is!

Our sacred paper protects we. We are her children. She doesn't believe in abortion, so here we are stuck with her.

Worse. She is stuck with us.

Millions live. Most can't survive. Another one bites the dust.

We get no rain. She doesn't even care for herself. Skin cracked and acne from all the oils.

Her brown skin is gone. Insecure of herself, she takes from her children. Dont't question your parents. They have your best interest at heart.

Isn't she lovely?

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My country
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