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
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