I'merica, Yourmerica, Ourmerica
Time machines were supposed to be cool
Not for prejudice to take the rule.
Have we reached the end?
Can we make amends?
Trump this. Trump that.
Take off that hat.
We know what your hiding.
We will not stop fighting.
No matter who you are,
And no matter how far,
I will have your back,
To take us all back
To a world full of care
And free air.
This poem is about:
My country
Our world