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.

 

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world

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