America and Her Struggle
Her children are crying
They are hungry- for love
Her past heroes,
The ones that saved her
Are out in the cold. No place to call home.
Her people are savages
Hurtful, rude
She knows something MUST happen.
But she does not know what....
So, she cries.
This was never
What she had intended by
Let freedom ring
This poem is about:
My country