America the Grate

America, oh how beautiful
Oh how sweet
But is all who inhabit it, singing this beat?
The homeless, the imprisoned.
The ones who are scared to share their vision
Because they may not fit the one of God's
Kids pledge to a country under God
But not everyone believes.
Are we free or are we just pretending to be?

This poem is about: 
My country

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