America

Location

98374
United States
47° 8' 55.6116" N, 122° 15' 2.6028" W

The land of the free how could that be

maybe because we're free to carry a gun or free to pay a fee

they say race relations are at an all-time low

please give me this era where race relations were high though

coudn't have been long ago

maybe America's motto should change

that'd be very ironic seeing that some things are perpetually the same

no sign of hope for the broke or the woke

the lack of love in this country has me choked

who's gonna make a difference through this perilous fight

through the greed and the spite

it starts with the individual as it grows the echo amplifies

hate will be nullified and there will be hope for you and I

America

 

This poem is about: 
My country

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