America the not-so-Great

Land of the free, home of the brave.

Will not being able to afford health insurance, force me into an early grave?

 

The rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air.

Is anyone really safe, paying public fare?

 

Broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight.

Yet we still can’t fully support sharing equal rights?

 

America likes to give off the illusion of greatness and freedom,

but still has a long way to go and often won’t listen to logic or reason.

 

 

 

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This poem is about: 
My country

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This is a poem written for a scholarship opportunity.

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