America the Great?! Scholarship Slam

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We the people the steeple of our country, that we hold so dear, do salute and sing to this tune even though we do not hear the pleas of  the land and its ancestors, the corruption we bring has been allowed to fester.
Our government is currently full of lies Politicians answer questions with bullshit cries American soldiers die their bodies next to dead Middle Eastern boys lie From a distance you can here there mothers cry  
Can’t we all just get alongRodney King I often wonder the same thingWe thought racism was overWhen we had a black PresidentBut since the last electionWe’ve all been way too hesitant to admit
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
Warnings of a Mother Charmine Michelle Sylvestre       Little Black Boy, listen to what Mama has to tell you,  
We Are Falling Greatness   Does that star-spangled banner still yet wave? Can we still call ourselves the land of the free? Can we still call ourselves the home of the brave?
My Love By: Anthony Kirk Taxation without true representation, used to pay
My country tis of thee, foul land of misery That’s what I see Land of the white man’s lies Land of the minorities’ cries That’s what I see The worlds got it all wrong
I remember a time when Scientists were heroes, and Respected people, who then Shared their discoveries to enrich the land.   And yet, in this new era, This new dark day, The people of America
six feet under damn what a bummer all because of their skin what was the color?   black in america, is this even a surprise 
I resist my fear, I don't believe in division, I fight against fake news, nothing will cloud my vision. We are all human: I refuse to rufuse any refugees. I fight before all against hatred; love is our destiny.
(Derived from the lyrics of 'My Country Tis of Thee')   My Country tis of thee? Are we all actually free? Our country is suffering And many are muttering Where is the action?
My eyes are bleeding Oh my god is that blood? Hands up! I'm watching bodies hit the ground around me And hoping that I'm not the next one Hoping that my siblings won't get gunned down like the past ones
“America, America! God shed his grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood” From the mouths of babes these words are uttered But how can they possibly be true?
Land of the free and home of the brave We claim to be  We may be free from chains but we are not yet free from Hatred    How is it freedom if people are afraid to be who they really are?
"America has alway been the greatest, full of power and authority!" Say the people who have never been part of the minority. It would be excellent if everyone could truly open their eyes
   As a white person, I know very little of oppression. I am not shot in the streets for no reason I am not taunted with that confederate flag I am not put in jail for the smallest infraction  
Here in the proud U.S.A, Where the brave and free call home today We’re really not free, at least not yet Not until we’ve settled our national debt With friends and enemies who think we can’t pay  
The New Omelas              by Lilian Ntximhlub Her —after Ursula K. Le Guin’s "The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas"   In the great city of Omelas,
An unsettling unrest in a country known for peace.  Manslaughter but not if the cop was confronting someone of color. 
“We the People of the United States,” But not all of the people Definitely not gays, lesbians, and bisexuals Trans people can’t use the bathroom
Don't fret. You've got 200 dollars to your name, loans Racking up interest left and right Where you are is stuck In the middle of Work harder, but you can never Work hard enough to stop
    MY country ‘tis of thee, sweet land of liberty This place is a great fit for me. I have the freedom to live And be selfless and give.
It’s time to confess, we’re in a big mess. The opioid epidemic, might soon be a pandemic. College costs so high, no student dreams they can fly. “Not my president” written on the streets,
Across oceans ashimmer with longing and mountains Impassable but for the bright blaze of hope We came. The lure of golden shores and neon-nighted streets
In 1492, Columbus sailed the ocean blue The Native Americans called this place home, but they were not free to continue on They were not free to stay where they had been
In the last light of dusk A bright flame sprouts From the center of the flag That represents a united country   Old glory now represents a dying idea The one of unity
When you think of America We want you to think Proud Brave Kind   When I think of America I only think of Greed Arrogance Spite  
"Oh, say can you see" the division in our land? When did we stop listening and start calling names, How did we become so divided, thinking our neighbor our enemy? Can't we just listen and not get so angry?  
....AND THE HOME OF THE BRAVE!!! The crowd's roar, but maybe I've got a little voice telling me there's more. If bravery means winning and fighting and gore,  Then I am a coward, just that and no more.  
What a beautiful Flag that waves - O’er this nation of inequality that so strongly imprisons its citizens.   The red; Like the blood which covers our streets,
The land that claim it’s freedom from the oppressors in the past is now the one doing the oppressing. America does not even represent the United States only -
Tell Me Why America   You brag about our fight for justice But where's the justice in poverty and unemployment? You brag about freedom of speech
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.  
I grew up being told you can achieve anything you want I grew up being told to love not hate I grew up being told that America is the land of the free
o! are You honestly  surprised? that the  Rich get richer while you have   Paranoia seeping through Your bones  as You stare down the bull on the street   this is no way to 
The land of the free  it isn't all it's cracked up to be Indeed it's worse away from here But still, as free as we claim to be as free as freedom should be It Isn't.  
Freedom rings from ear to ear, echoing from coast to coast, Since the ride of Paul Revere. To the free, here is my toast:  
America, you of which I do dream Every wonderful road, or each steel beam The home of the brave, the land of the free Why does your gaze never pass over me forgotten, alone, almost derelict.
We were founded on rebellion. It got us our freedom, the ability to live as we were, as we are, as we will be. We were founded on rebellion and we will continue to stand on its mark.
Zooming in on the murmurs of the mass, I think to myself, what in the world has passed. We like to think this nation is great and glorious, That our heads are held high and our deeds are meritorious.
A child of an immigrant knows stength, We see it every day in their eyes. A child of an immigrant understands courage, We wouldn't be here without it. A child of an immigrant is proud,
Sparks Fly America so beautiful so free Are we truly free?  Are we a nation divided by race, or do we stand united together with faith?   Pray with me, stay with me, but do not take America away from me
Our hearts have been carved with silver spoons Slice, slice, carve away as they laugh, the goons They cheese as they prosper, increasing our power Meanwhile their smiles fail to hide their glower  
Hark! Calls my captain, may peace be with him. The eagle on his shoulder, screeching, cawing – His body so drapèd in red and blue, a contrast To his pale, ghostly white skin.
The World is your oyster But where you reside is your prison America the great? I don't disagree America the terrible? Sounds the same to me They claim America is a She
As one we are Americans Individually we shape America We bleed red We feel blue And our white bones break under similar burdens  
Growing up there was a light So bright and beautiful As the years passed by The light began to dim inside But what is broken can be fixed As long as you see the joy inside of it
Despite our differences Despite the tragedies Despite the hate I believe in you, America. The shootings The killings The attacks I thought you were better than that.
 America the great? No this is america full of hate I just wanna take a step back Back before we acted like we did when wars were called great Back when love won
America the Great Controversary whether star spangled banner signifies peace Not if the flag stood after the bombing But war, controdictions, and power are considered at the least
America the Great Controversary whether star spangled banner signifies peace Not if the flag stood after the bombing But war, controdictions, and power are considered at the least
O say can you see, by our country's dimming light,What so proudly they hailed at the twilight's last gleaming,Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
My mind spins in marvelous wonder,Across my lips lay words I ponder.Cold to the touch her body stands,Like the greenest pasture upon the meadowlands.
A nation built on power But one that towers A nation built on courage Yet with compassion A nation built on carnage
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.  home of the brave, land of the free do what you want, be who you want to be  you have no limits, even the sky can be yours  what about those 3 Afghanstan tours?    America.
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