America

What's come of this world,
The place we call home,
Filled up with strangers,
Replicas and clones,
Tracking our moves,
From cell phones and drones.

Culturally mixed nation,
Natives, foremothers and fathers,
Opportunity or slave ships,
Some even called conquerors.

I admit it was rough,
Ugly and unfriendly,
Muderious genocide,
Definitely became enemies.

Others viewed less than cattle,
Took two people to make him.
Whooped , tortured and killed,
Enslaved spirit, not shaken.

We're all Americans,
By papers or soil born,
Maintained by the laws,
That our country stands for.


Opression is real,
In the land of the free,
Americans at war,
With our own society.

This newly paved road has a fork like the tongue,
Of the serpent Generation,
Divided so young.

Letting hate be your motive,
No good reason why,
And shame what was fought for,
Watching soldiers wipe eyes.

Confused and deceptive,
Of what we once claimed,
Loving thy neighbor,
We're taught to refrain.

America the beautiful
Between brothers and bruthas,
Ancestors suckled as infants
From African muthah's.

Some call it an insult,
Some call it pride,
Recognizing and forced,
To keep generations alive.


Fighting for peace,
To get along better,
Has slowly shown progress,
And still can get better.


Be what it may,
Old fashioned or lame,
Stand up united,
And reclaim it's fame.