The land of the free, the home of the damned

She is beauty

She is dreams

She holds misogyny 

Hoping for a better life it seems

 

She talks to everyone

Discusses their ideas and desires

The only offspring with a say is the son

The woman is the only one he fires

 

Gorgeous USA

The achievable American Dream

Finally the damned will pay

The oppressed may finally beam

 

The fight is far from over

The year beginning with a disgusting man

We hope they find racism somber

Desparately praying for the lift of the ban

 

It's not only politics

In our darling America

Marches are burning with their antics

While hate rampantly runs within esoterica

 

This poem is about: 
My country

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