Poems about Politics

America the great? Always Always blessed to live here The freedom of speech To speak up for what I believe 
 Tick tock, Clock, Your face faces mine As if by some sinister design
The Young Man
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