Saving Ourselves


A country that was founded for the freedom of all,
Founded for the sick and the lowly, seeking asylum,
Has turned its back on those it swore to welcome.
And has grown immune to feeling any empathy at all.

A country that was founded by, created by immigrants,
Are scared of the things they once were.
As if we’re not all people, one in the same.
And the walls built in our minds are imminent.

So I pray for this country
For the mistakes we make, and keep on making,
Because people can’t seem to see
That he does not make a great country.

America is not great because of him.
It never was, and never will be.
Because America is of the people, for the people,
Even when times are grim.

We can work together, you see,
Do what he keeps failing to deliver.
We can make America great again.
It can start with you and me.

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