Unequal is Unamerican
America is all too great and fine
It is full of journeys and of surprise
There's room for all of us to shop and dine
Boys and girls alike dream to see sunrise
The great America however has cried
Because people are full of lies and greed
with the innocent along for the ride
only in the end will the good be freed
Prosperity should be shared with the poor
wealth should be distributed evenly
then the pure will have a foot in the door
all deserve to be treated equally
With all this extra kindness nurture and poise
the needy won't have reason to make noise
This poem is about:
My country