The Hands That Were Made For Healing
America the Beautiful, America the Brave
What has gotten into us to make us so depraved?
From the Industrial Revolution to the Revolution of Fear,
Did anyone tell you several thousands are killed per year?
Mamas without babies, and babies without dads.
Someone please say this is just a phase, a chapter, or a fad.
Tell me how the same souls that believe in The Constitution
Can offer so much hatred in the form of prosecution.
Our hands were meant to hug, hold, and protect.
Never were they meant to scold for what someone can't correct.
We don't need DNA to show someone they're our brother
Let's reach out our arms and love one another.
This poem is about:
My country