America
Land of the free
Home of the brave
But yet people whom are brave
Simple called depraved
Deprived,depreciated ,unappreciate
But yet
We still surrender amongst a thr
Persecution prosecution
A black life doesn't matter
Law
bills
why does it all matter
They say if nothing changes
THEN Nothing changes
But in the America
we see
400 years nothing has changed
of it
Thru trials
Thru struggle
Blood an tears
We hope for better
Within the fear
AN rather WITH the STRUGGLE
we hope to see
An America that could be
THAT hope an dream
For every child to see
A
Somewhat better place
What was it called?
The American dream
2 kids a dog an your own space
A home with grace
Gratitude Maybe a platitude
for better Not less
We're people could argue
not terrorize
pick side's
come together
not hide
Work to make a better
America without
genocide
hatred of another
But Damn that's your brother
So Let us not digress
For
In a America that is to be
A melting pot an our home of the free
Of the free
Of the free
Why is it
I Still dont
See the America that's equal for
Both a you an me
Charles spurlock
