Your Land

To my ancestors,

I wished you would have never come

To this dreamland, imagineland, make it what you want land.

Your hard work and broken backs

Trump doesn't give a shit about your land

Talking about change and making America great again

America will never reach a perfect peak

Because it was truly only yours to keep.

 

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country

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