America We By: Jacklyn Cole
America, America, America.
When will we stop the constant dread?
Unraveling ideas like spools of thread?
Untangling flags as they burn to ash.
Picking up bodies like simple trash.
Arguments over the long away past,
Let's live longer; put them last.
Sink the boats with the souls aboard,
cast your hat as screams float ashore!
America, America, America!
What secret beauty dust thou hide?
Beneath thy luxurious cloak of pride?
Pricing fingers and hands alike,
darkened figures shot down in the night.
Heavy legs crawl to this land,
burdens and debt bury their weakened hands.
Lady, Lady, your spools undone!
Laying about in armies seas of blood!
America, America. . . America.