A poem inspired by Maya Angelou's "America" that I wrote

The lives that we lost
      cannot come back

The bullets that were shot 
      triggered without attack 

What is it we call home,
      Just a sea of the dead?

Who can call it home 
      Without a roof or a bed?

The flag that we raise,
       sewn with lies

Our own army attacking us
       screaming our battle cries

Brothers and sisters
      lost to the fight

I assure you, we will
      make it through the night

"Burning down buildings
       won't get you anywhere"

Well, even protests of peace,
      and you still didn't care. 

I beg you,

Take care of this country.

Maya Angelou's "America"

The gold of her promise
has never been mined

Her borders of justice