A Nation, Divided - By Jazzy

When I was young and frolicked through my day,
Before anyone cared what I had to say, 
I remember my mom showing me the TV:
‘Watch the President, sweetie.’
He spoke to the Nation, strong and succinct.
It left a memory, made me think:
My president, invincible.
Our country, indivisible.

I grew older, in a backwoods city,
Not much bigger than a town, really,
I thought my beliefs were set in stone,
Created and curated on my own.
But in all actuality, they were fostered by my surroundings;
Not concrete, still amid founding,
And then away to college I went,
From which grew the seedlings of dissent
My mind, malleable.
New ideas, palatable.

From those experiences a new understanding grew,
A willingness to help people, I knew:
A new need to help others that would not go away;
Not a feeling to push, to sway.
I became an adult, worked on my own,
Learning of humanity as the country I’d roam,
See the depths in which hope can survive,
And in which greed can dive.
My heart, expanded.
My soul, commanded.

But the country remains fractured,
Political views, manufactured.
Now science is being cast aside, discarded,
Fighting against beliefs, bombarded.
Instead recognizing facts, as we should,
Politicians are creating a world structured under lies, falsehood.
Politics, lopsided.
A Nation, divided.

We should stand together, remain strong.
Not mired in the wrong,
But we’re caught in a battle of religion,
Blaming others for being different. A ridge in
The unity that we need to become great,
The unity we need to escape a dire fate.
With such hatred, my soul does weep.
Hope of a tomorrow I hold deep.
Until we stand together, united;
A Nation, undivided.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My country
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