Who are we?

Are we really who we want to be?

Home of the brave and land of the free,

Yet turning our back on refugees.

 

Who are we really?

Not giving enough help to the needy,

And not always acting morally.

 

Are we always going to act this way?

Can we make it go away

Making it last only a couple days.

 

Can we grow up?

We just need to stand up

Every time we are fed up.

 

I will stand for what I believe.

I won't stop until it is all achieved

and till the evil leaves.

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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