America the great?

Outside of these walls, I see the world falling.

People of this so called great country is drowning.

The hatred is radiating off of souls,

the words said to eachother are foul.

When will the anger die down?

Why does this have to happen now?

I am a daugther of two immigrants and I am scared I won't finish school

I am afraid that my parents won't get to see me walk off that stage

Please, America, let them stay.

 

This poem is about: 
My family
My country
Our world

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