The Dream

America, the great dream

That lured so many

Still a renounced temptation

 

America the great dream of more

More land, more space, more freedom

 

You can breath

There is room to grow

 

Grow into rebellious children

Ruining tea

Breaking, still trying to push free of the shackles of oppression

Spear heading industry

 

Breath and grow free

Then stand up and fight for more

 

America the great dream

Of opportunity

Of more

 

Cutting teeth on cutting edge

We drew the curve with steel and steam

 

America the great, dream

Tempting with promises of opportunity

 

Come and breath free we scream!

Breath!

Free!

Reality

 

“Bring us your poor”

Our gates say, we promise that American dream

 

But the orange order dictates only to those that

Look, speak, act, pray the same

So Cliché’

 

Founded upon oppressors seeking refuge to become more extreme

To the victors go the spoils, and the pen

The text books read,

The American dream, melting pot of society

 

Promises of compassion

That great American dream

Land of opportunity

 

The opportunity for qualifications to be over looked and out weighted

By gender

 

Think you are smart?

Your only oppertunity is to be locked up if your skin is too dark

 

The freedom

To pass up setting the bar and leading innovation

Because your faith tells you to turn a blind eye to melting ice caps

The world is flat

 

The compassion to

Die

When help is within reach

Because you were not covered

Life is pre-existing

 

The compassion to sneer

And refuse relief from bodily functions

Because your god taught all were created equal

only if they are an X or a Y

 

America the great dream

Breath, reality

America the great dream

What a farce

We breath

 

NO IT CANT BE

No! Instead made

Forged of this, hard knocks learning

The rebellious child hands stained with tea

Broken shackles of oppression clacking

Still running the gauntlet of civilization

Challenged but not out of the race

 

Breath deep

Of opportunity

Of freedom

Of … compassion

America the great dream

The ever persistent child

Will not let go

Will not stop fighting for that dream and more

 

Breath is too deep

The dream has infected reality

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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