American

American

A Poem by Brannon

the land of the free 
A land that stays with me
Oh I love her so 
America the free

she has been tarnished 
not running free 
oh as I cry with thy 

my America 
not my country 
Of my youth 
I hang my head
So, sad to see 

we have failed, her so 
old gory got sold 
At an auction held by C.E.O.s 
In the dark halls of law
that lie to you and me   

Oh.. America The free?  maybe not for you and me 

© 2013 Brannon



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Last line sums it all up. Well done man.

Posted 4 Years Ago


"we have failed, her so old gory got sold At an auction held by C.E.O.s In the dark halls of law that lie to you and me" I have experienced some of this first hand. What a tragedy and yet, I like to think things will get better. Your poem is both touching and bittersweet.

Posted 4 Years Ago


This is a very powerful poem. I especially like the last line. It poses a lot of questions.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Brannon
Brannon

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