Washed Up Dreams

America, a nation founded upon lies

"all men created equal", yet scheme and plan demise

a nation so proud of their veterans

except those who need help.

 

a country so crooked, big business are running our legislature

where a representative democracy is supposed to stand

a wealthy company controls our land

 

well i dont see color, they plead

neither do I on your pale face

but i don't deny the facts, you discriminate against my race

black lives matter is not anti-white too

 

young men getting shot in the streets with no justice served 

Sandra Bland, Trayvon Martin make sure their names are remembered

and well heard

a slap on the wrist for the officer 

and a broken family left behind full of hurt.

 

One nation under God

but anyone who isn't christian 

is belittled as a subhuman citizen

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
My country

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