As the screams
and laughs of joy
from outside march in
through gaping holes,
grown larger only now
Past our scheming tyrant
I wonder
Is this America?
As a white man
with a paling face,
declares he will
represent all of
our country
I want to know
Is he America?
Is it the relieved,
bright, blurred
eyes of our modern day
soldiers’ wives
and their proclamations of
a democracy saved?
Is my joy America?
Or is it the grown men
with the guns
surrounded by red and
consumed by misfired anger?
My textbook says that America
is freedom
and individualism
I want caring for others to be America
Because those men
with the guns
They may be America
And the paling-faced savior
He may be America
But We are America, too.
We, who have grown
alongside the
internet & fascism
We, who have
made our choice now
and spent our years
battling the
pollution in our air, the
weapons in our schools, the
virus in our homes
The world you built
for us may not be America.
But don’t fret,
we are already making our own.
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