Conscience of America

The Conscience of America

 

Little kids are like the conscience of America.

 

They are pure and naive. Unknowingly. And somehow they know all.

 

They’re so naive. It makes them ignorant.

 

Yet my little brother will say “Daddy why did the colonist kill the Native Americans? Is it because they wanted to kill them to have room for their new land?”

 

Or when asked me on election night in 2016 “Maya, if Trump wins will he kill us?”

 

I said without crying “No the government can’t do that to us?”.

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

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