Challenge
Challenge of the Week CCXXII
Write a poem about America.
don’t worry, my country’s almost as messed up as yours
All I can see from up here
is the fanatics with their waving flags
shouting out about their freedom
patriotism pouring like vomit or tears
All I can see from up here
is the headlines full of shot-up schools
or people broke by hospital bills
or choked by the police
All I can see from up here
is the shiny, glossed bubble
of red, white, and blue like a shield
for the rich, white masses grinning
But really, what do I know?
I won't pretend to be an expert when
the news is oh so good at telling it
not like it is
Still, I can't help but raise an eyebrow
when people talk about how great it is
in the USA
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