America the land of dreams...
where the streets are paved with gold.
The people chant...
We Are Number One!
When they see my silence
questions are sure to follow.
They react with horror and revulison,,,
when I say...
America isn't the best.
That this country...
brings me nothing but shame.
How can I join them?
When America's leaders rig election lines.
To make sure who serves their interests wins a seat.
I cannot cheer for a county,
that steals from the poor...
and takes their spirit
to line the pockets of the rich.
I can't be proud of a country,
that's full of fake smiles and hospitality.
While at the same time shunning immigrants
with hopes and dreams.
How disheartening it must be to learn,
that the streets are paved with broken dreams.
Someone shouts...
America is best!
And a tinge of fury burns deep.
We can't be the best.
Americans care more about beating the other side to a bloody pulp,
than calmly talking and finding the best solution.
A country that once claimed to love God.
But now uses his word as a weapon against those that are different.
A country that cares more for test scores,
than they do a child.
A country where those that need help,
are treated like trash and unworthy.
While those who see them feel dirty,
and work hard to scrub themselves clean.
Some may say America is best.
But all I see,
is a country full of hate,
full of selfishness,
a people that forgot what our fore fathers faught for.
Worst of all,
a country that sees love,
as a mere disposable trinket.
A people that cares more about appearnces and self interest.
Nothing really to brag about.
You can't...
