America
America, how are you the land of the free
If you won't let one be.
America, a country founded off the need for change
Yet you view change as strange.
America, why have you let us down?
Don't you see the country wears a frown?
America, how can you let yourself be ruled by such a racist?
Don't you know he's also a sexist?
America, all I can do is pray for you
because trust me, we're screwed.
This poem is about:
My country