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

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