Forgotten

Roaming In the hallways not quite belonging

Squeezing Into a space, where there was never place

I am not alone In this daily struggle

But just like me they were not meant to be

America The Great

I keep hearing

What that means I don’t understand

But like the entirety of all

Utterly built on lies

All I see Is the, packing of people Into early,

Neatly stacked coffins

I try to breath, but I feel as If I was drowning

Sentenced to die, Before my dawning

We're called by many, Indian not American

Today just distant legends in the history books of America

But tomorrow, just like all legends we'll just be merely,

Forgotten

All Hail: America The Great!