When I think of America
I think of the land of the bold
With a disgraceful history
Forever foretold
From its blue seas
To its lush grasses
From slave trade
To the middle pass
Scars on their backs
Blood on their hands
African people
Listening to white commands
America
Land of the free?
America never was
And never will be
Some people may forget about it
A lot of people will not
It is the selfish ways of America
That every day will be taught
Poem About America And Freedom
America?
Published by Family Friend Poems December 2013 with permission of the Author.
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