A Poem Debating America

                                                                                           
                                                                                                                   


I'm not here to debate about America 

                                                                                 I'm here 

                                                                               to talk about 

                                                                                     those  

                                                                                    who do 

                                                                                    debate 

                                                                                    America. 

   

                              They make speeches, 

                                                                                  and argue 

                                                                                     and cry 

                                                                                    and write. 
                                                 Endlessly, 

                                                                          they question it. 
                                      What is America? ("Are we a nation of states, what's the state of our nation?") 

                                      Who is America? ("I, too, am America.") 

                                      What can we change about America? ("... to create a more perfect union.") 

                            Why should we change? ("I'm proud to be an American where at least I know I'm free.") 

Yeah. I'm not here to do that. 
I'll just write pretty little things, 

while my life explodes. 
I'll write pretty little things,

while my brain explodes. 
I'll write pretty little things, 
while my world explodes. 


BOOM!