Our America

We claim to fight for what is right;
yet we're constantly indulging in what is wrong.
We ponder on enemy lines
bringing battles home we can not fight.
We constantly diminish each of our own,
yet prepare to strike if we are beat to it.
We argue and we fuss over such small petty things
but bigger wars tinker ahead.
We point fingers to lay blame on someone else
as we find ourselves as a broken nation:
one without trust and our systems full of injustice,
one without hope and our freedoms quickly apprehended,
one without peace and our families facing infidelity,
we are not whole...
we are not united...
yet that's what they expect of us
when they see our flag
Our flag of 50 stars and 13 stripes.
Our flag that marks us as the united states.
But how do we represent that,
how do we symbolize that:
-with murder?
-with stealing?
-with lying?
-with cheating?
Is that how we stand,
Is that how we fight,
Is that how we live,
in a world where we are supposed to be on top?
Our fight for what is right is twisted
we don't know anything,
we are shattered,
enemies don't have to take us out
we're doing it for them:
-one by one
-two by two
-group by group
were helping
and its not n the way we think.
We are tearing apart our nation.
We are burning our own flag.
We are destroying our own home
and that,
that is Our America!