The (Not-So) United States
Two Young People
Met up in the city.
Had no cash, Had no bread,
No need for the pity.
Started a family,
Worked eight days a week,
Payed the bills before
The kid could speak.
Two Young People
Followed this dream.
Left their families
For golden paved streets.
Thought they were better off
Coming to America and working hard.
Now? It's even harder.
When your President's a puppet and your
Mom might lose her card.
Two Old People
Livin' in the United.
After the election,
We were Divided.
Losing all their youth,
Can't face the truth,
Can't even face
What our government will do.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My country