The Broken Dream

America was once something of hope and dreams

A Dream to be whoever you worked hard enough to be and to live in peace and harmony

America was once a land full of optimistics with dedication

Optimistics with pride in their country and a desire to truly be one nation 

Now, as I examin our current America, I see an infiltration

An infiltration of hatred and dehydration of love for thy neighbor 

I am starving for the America I once savored

Around every corner I see affliction, injustice, and our once optimistics struggling for survival

Our America is ready for a renovation arrival

America is not the land of the free as we once were

We are the land of the fearful and the home of debtors

The United States are not united

Until every race, every skin color, every gender, every culture

Until each and every individual has equalality to one another we will never be great

Until every man, woman, child, elder

Until each and every individual has affordable healthcare we will never be great

Until each person in this county has the ability to afford their own life we will never be great

Until our government, our leaders, and our decision makers hear the voices of the dedicated optimisitcs who dream of a once great land

We will never be Great.

This poem is about: 
My country
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