Built on Lies

America the beautiful,

built on the blood,

sweat,

and tears

of those who did not survive

to see the country they helped build,

sweeping some coast to coast, sea to shining sea.

Whoever said that America was a land of equal opportunity

must have been

white

and male,

their only suffering

being the knowledge of the their fellow humans’ suffering,

their blood flowing into the rivers and creeks,

down our throats,

into our children’s’ bloodstreams,

tainting the generations to come.

Cis white males

the only ones getting the full experience

of the American Dream,

allowed to come and go as they please,

spend their money on cars and fancy things,

while the rest are clawing their way up,

fighting for the life they were promised,

that their ancestors built.

 

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world

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