Roaming In the hallways not quite belonging


Squeezing Into a space, where there was never place


I am not alone In this daily struggle


But just like me they were not meant to be


America The Great


I keep hearing


What that means I don’t understand


But like the entirety of all


Utterly built on lies


All I see Is the, packing of people Into early,


Neatly stacked coffins


I try to breath, but I feel as If I was drowning


Sentenced to die, Before my dawning


We're called by many, Indian not American


Today just distant legends in the history books of America


But tomorrow, just like all legends we'll just be merely,



All Hail: America The Great!

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country


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