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

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