Murica

Tue, 04/11/2017 - 16:58 -- Mani E.

You would think

with our smartphones

self-driving cars

million dollar condos

“We’ve done it, gentleman.

We have reached the peak of our existence.”

Meanwhile in America,

children are dying

drinking poison from the kitchen tap,

people are gassed trying to protect

what is rightfully theirs,

and citizens are gunned down in the street.

And we sit passively

and shake our heads,

thinking, “Oh, what is wrong with this world?”

We sing of purple mountain majesties,

so loud and full of pride

that you can barely hear the screaming.

But we forget to look in the mirror.

There is no such thing

as good or evil.

There is no great cause or conquest.

Only our actions.

We are all accountable.

This poem is about: 
My country

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