America

Apprehending our creativity, 

Plotting the downfall of our nationality,

Rioting about discrimination, 

in a country with more rights than any. 

 

Staring at the enemy, 

making them pray.

Oh wait, we aren't allowed to pray. 

Some of us actually want religion, 

but all you care about is a gay man's decisions.

 

Giving us a reason to be upset, 

coddling a trophy for participation.

Mocking the virgins, 

but worshipping the whores. 

 

What's wrong with America?

Have our morals washed away? 

Will we ever return to the land of the free? 

Or The home of the brave? 

 

Our discentions are intimidating, 

Our emotions are more important than our laws. 

Our Founding Fathers are rolling in their graves.

How much farther will we go without a cause? 

 

Stop the madness, stop the hatred.

Let us restore the peace. 

Reverse the lost morals, Reverse the anger. 

Bring America back to reality. 

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country

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