america the great
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America the great,
oh yeah? If it's so great then why did we vote a president who hates
He hates on the coloured,
He hates on the women,
Heck, he even hates Americans.
How can I pledge allegiance to the flag
when America has never been great
How do we stand for the Republic
when the fourteen points of fascism
have become a checklist
How are we under God
Oh, say can you see by the dawn’s early light
People born to privilege deciding what is right.
By the cop lights’ red glare, guns bursting through the air
Gave proof through the night, that inequality is still there.
I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America, for one nation which says that all humans are equal, that we, the American citizens, are protected under rights given to us while the homeless starve to death in alleys and
Don't speak up,
Don't step out of place,
Don't express yourself and,
By God, don't voice your opinion.
If those putrid words slip out,
You're a goner.
six feet under
damn what a bummer
all because
of
their skin
what was the color?
black
in america, is this even a surprise
America the great
The beautiful
The selfish
The blind
The ignorant
When will you realize that women are much more
More than
America is a country different from the rest,
And in my personal opinion, it's proven to be the best.
But with every country, rather large or small,
There is always room for improvement, or else there'd be a call.
America, land of the free.
America, home of the brave.
America, home of the immigrant.
Change is seen as scary, terrifying,
I pledge Allegiance to the Flag,
To this country of the brave
And to the generation of “swag”
What once was the country of riches and hope
My America, where I can't walk the streets
Alone at night because I am terrified
And whether it's the anxiety that 40 million
Of us exerience or the fact that
I could be attacked just because I
i stand among the people
and cannot help but wonder
how the manner in which we think
halts our spectacle of justice
America the Great,
America the Free,
Right?
If we’re so great,
Why am I scared
Of the shackles of student loans?
The people spoke
The ballots were cast
We demanded change
We love our country
We love our home
But it cannot stay the same
Back in the day there was a boy, hardly a man,
Struggling, going, and proving his worth
Hair askew, clothes poorly chosen, with a laborers’ tan
He used to find pity but now there’s a dearth
America, the almighty and great indeed
Whip lashes across our backs
Shackles around our hands and feet
Make America Great Again?
Fought and died for freedom for the future with no recognition in history
Outside of these walls, I see the world falling.
People of this so called great country is drowning.
The hatred is radiating off of souls,
the words said to eachother are foul.
When will the anger die down?
America----
You call us a People United.
You proudly call yourself a 'Melting Pot'
Although that may be true, you fool yourself by the own lies you tell.
We are divided.
Divided by the color of our skin.
"Make America Great Again!" It's the slogan we all hear.
"Americans are full of hate!" from the mouths of people that live here.
Many years of suffering and depression. And all for what?
France hates us.
The world laughs at us.
We are slobs.
We are free.
We are generous.
We are beautiful.
In America, we are free
To do what we wish
Thus, with joy we cry
And oh how we pray
That freedom has not died
For if she dies we are lost
America the Great?
The worlds melting pot all served up on a plate?
In the land of th free refugees are no longer welcome
We're stuck on a sinking ship heaven or hell come
Corprate America resides in the White House
America the Great!
We yell
With our high educational standards
Our freedom of speech and press and opinions
Our equal rights
An outcast and the people’s man
Is nothing but a lewd artifice of a leader
His white hot rhetoric sears into America’s already scarred skin
She weeps for her children
I am proud of America.
I am proud to live in a land of rights for all.
I am proud to follow in the footsteps of those who came before.
America the Great,
The land of the free,
This is my home
And you won’t take it from me.
We split from Britain
In a bloody war, where
Brothers fought brothers, and
Set fire to the right tree, the whole forest will burn
Think. Not of a grim reality, but of the galvanizing truth
The one who ignites the right branch hopes to illuminate the right tree, the whole forest will burn
Ivy is born in the Bronx
At 6:04 A.M.
She enters the world wailing,
Falling flat against grimy bathtub in her grandfather’s basement.
Land of the Free
Home of the Brave
America the Great
Land of the Tall Trees and Pariotic Flags
Home of the Vegetable Gardens and Christian Standards
America the Counrty of Living and Chaos
Dear America,
It’s taken me 17 years to compose this letter
To figure out what to say
Maybe that’s how long it takes to gain the courage
To confront the face of one’s oppressor
It’s time for change.
In America,
Women getting told
They shouldn’t have worn that.
In America,
Men getting told
The water is too murky
The water is too gray.
The water is too polluted.
To see the fish at bay.
For the fisherman had never thought
That his fish would have never been caught
For the land of the free, there sure is a lot of bondage and incarceration imbalance.
You can only go to jail if you're not a straight, conservative, wealthy, white male.
america.
we all preach it as the land of the free
the home of the brave.
america.
the new president says we need to make it
great again.
what made it not as great?
I used to think America was great,
But now, not so much.
We were never the land that we prided ourselves on for being found on the foundation of “Liberty and Justice for all”
Here on this broken ground I stand,
Flipping through the pages of history books.
I see evidence of God's loving hands,
Over a land that God they forsook.
America the beautiful,
America the Great,
America the White,
A motherland ran in spite.
Freedom upon freedom offered to those
Of which the ignorant few had chose.
Star-spangled blessings for those who live in hate,
America. Home of the brave and land of the free.
It's not a terrible place to be
We have great traditions
The burden of hate makes hearts heavy.
Once a country great? When?
Judgement of people by their color,
Disregard of people for their sex,
Pitty of people for their fortune, or lack there of...
