What it Means to You

“Don’t let anyone tell you America’s not great.”

I tried, Dad.

I wanted to bleed red white and blue

Like you.

But sitting in history class, what was I supposed to do?

With the kill count climbing ever higher

Wars are waged; The world's on fire

I was tired.

I am tired.

Of screaming old white men

Trying to attain more power

The resources that they devour

The lives they deflower

Hour upon Hour.

The bodies are stacked

Europe.

Vietnam.

Afghanistan.

Syria.

“Don’t let anyone tell you America’s not great.”

Then tell me why it is.