The America of Now

America

How could you?

I trusted you,

I believed  in you,

And now with every passing day I weep

As this once great nation is now in shambles.

 

How could we stray so far

From our humble origins,

"Land of the free and the home of the brave",

Now the land of the few and the home of the privledged.

 

We build walls higher and higher,

And schools smaller and smaller.

 

We sap the wealth from the poor to the gluttonous elite,

Who thirst for nothing but our blood and their safety.

 

We hate those who are different,

Yet seek change in a system that is indifferent.

 

How can we not see the wool over our eyes?

 

How can we not see the pain we envoke not just on the world,

But on ourselves?

 

 

We are blind.

Our eyeballs gouged out and replaced with

Fear.

Security.

The American Dream.

Forced on us by the media's daily dosage of perspective.

 

America has forgotten the power of change,

Gripping so closely to the ideal of the past

That an idea of a future is grimly distant.

 

We must realize we are not the America of Then, 

We are the America of Now,

And without our reluctance to change

We could become something greater than ourselves,

 

A nation we could trust again,

A nation we could believe in again.

But America doesnt need to be "great again",

But rather, be something amazing now.

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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