Americathe "land of the
America
the "land of the free"
so they say-
but how is this true
to everyone but you
if we restrict those
who enter the
red, white, and blue.
The earth is fragile
and the world is broken
now.
Soon I'll see the
sun in full light
but never any stars at night
Th earth is calling for
help
and who are we to deny
our only home
a hand.
This poem is about:
My country