The Modern Atlantis

The land out in the sea

Mysterious and hidden 

From many who wish to see

  

 

 

 

A place of triumph   

A place of beauty tis it  

One of which many wish to visit  

 

 

But no 

Foreign feet may not tread this land 

Breach the banks nor touch the sand  

 

 

 

Fall it not under the sea  

But filled with voices 

"Let our land be free!"  

 

 

 

The land out in the sea 

Mysterious and hidden  

From many who wish to see   

 

 

Guarded not by trusted gods and merman 

But rasicism and fear  

Of many thousands  

 

 

No longer Atlantis be its name 

Its name is America 

Entrance not free

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
My country

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741