“land of the free” but we watch our step, so we don’t get taken away, and our rights are slowly started to fade
“home of the brave” but we fear the pride that’s in power. it’s all falling like petals falling from a dying flower
people are dying, left to right, what we have left is slowly becoming a night where you search and search but you can’t find a light.
we were promised a land where, black, brown, or white were allowed to take every step, allowed to stride, but then the freedom they promise is making us cry so give us real freedom, or let us die.
Posted in response to the challenge America?.
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