Make America Great Again?

America, the land of the free and home of the brave

America, the land of the enslaved and home of the depressed

We sit here unabled to believe you when we can't even believe oursleves

We're siting here at 3 in the morning staring at the black cold walls

The same cold walls that made me, me when I lost all devotion and pride

And because of you I lost all of me and on the inside i am dieing but on the out,

We must seem unbreakable and calm because of us being so brave we may not feel

Is this why America is the top country to be on anti-depressants

We are screaming for help, for you to help our lost soldiers, our lost citizens

How are we so beautiful but yet so broken 

How can we see brightly but not see gratefully

We must change, we need to start making these citizens strong

America, we are begging to stop tearing your allies apart

Your people are hurt, your people are giving up

One by one like dropping flys 

Help us soar, make us recognizable for helping others

Make us great, again

Help us

Help me

This poem is about: 
My country

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