Poems about Animals

My America, where I can't walk the streets Alone at night because I am terrified   
My America, where I can't walk the streets Alone at night because I am terrified 
We were raised to believe that we could make a difference That our every action had an impact
We were raised to believe that we could make a difference That our every action had an impact
Am I Brave, as they say? Or do I continue for my fear Of failing?
There was once a dream That sought to grow in the minds of evey human being as a lilly flourishes in the spring
America, home of the brave, Or that's the thing many used to say And now people often have to pray
Don't be touching on my pasta bowl Hold up wait that's impossible I downed that like 4 weeks ago
My country is great, I'm free to be Republican, Democrat, Independent My county is great, I'm free to be

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