The hippies,
The floozies,
The fags,
The queers.
I cried on election night.
Frozen in fear as I stared at my phone,
“We the People of the United States,”
But not all of the people
America is violence.
America is a land, “where all men are created equal”
Said he'll make us great
All he has done is tear down
We are great no more
America the great?
How about America that hates and discriminates
That Tuesday I refreshed CNN
over
and
over
and
If there is liberty and justice for all
Why is it that you only seem to hear the white-man's call
Dear Uncle Sam,
I never noticed how much I take advantage of this country.
Don’t tell me to calm down.
I am not here to listen to you
or anyone. It’s easy to forget
