America


Home of the free, liberty, all for me,
I am proud to be an American.
I can live in this country being carefree,
while other countries create a madman.

But look deeper than the democracy,
all men are created equal, they campaign.
And you will uncover hypocrisy,
why can't what was created still remain?

Build that wall, why won't you Mexico,
we watch our relationships diminish.
Why should we have more immigrants inflow,
dreams of this land have closed to a finish.

Then again, why would anyone speak up,
they did not vote for the runner-up.

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