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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