America.
“The land of the free and the home of the brave,” they say,
But behind the mask, does freedom truly stay?
Tell me, America, are you proud of what you have become?
Once a place of hope, where dreams coincide,
People came here in search of a better life.
America,
Do you see what you have become?
Whispers turning into cries, lost in the sounds of shots being fired,
Freedom’s flame flickers as the light dims.
America,
Democracy flickers like a lone star in the night sky.
Voices in protest across the country,
In streets, shadows snatch and steal,
For the price of resisting and fighting for our neighbors.
America, I fear for your future.
Can hope be rekindled for the damage that has been done?
Posted in response to the challenge JFK-Civil Rights.
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