The Promised Land

Oh, when will we see the land of the free

There is a war not away

 But right in the streets

A place of division

And fear of police

Oh, the need to come together

And fight for the peace

This is the land of the brave

Not the land of the weak

The innocent lives that were taken

Will not be forsaken

Til justice is served 

We refuse to sleep

We are slaves breaking chains

We can no longer bear

So, to God, we pray

That the promise land is near

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
My country
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