We the People

We the People

A Poem by Robert Luna

Just my thoughts as of lately


What happen to America

The land of the free, and the home of the brave

Now the unmarked grave

of the word HOPE

This is not my America

The land in which the brave become the homeless

and We the People

become a country of passive prey

Playing the part of a victim in a tragedy

that we helped write

We have no one else to blame

and no where else to turn

Allowing our so called government

to turn a deaf ear to our cries

As we say no more



As we scream it from the roof tops

to the dirty pavement that lays crumbling beneath our feet

We The People are America

I am America

You are America

WE are America

My brothers and sisters

This is a cry to every

woman, man, and child

Take up your weapons

because the war has begun

Do you not have a voice

Allow it to be heard

Sharpen your tongue

so your words may strike fear

let them know

We have had enough

Stop talking about United We Stand

For we can not stand united

if we allow fear to hold us in place

We must march

bear the burden of the unknown

We the People are the future

All rest upon our thick heavy shoulders

as we seize a new world

and refresh the spirit of America

Give the youth an understanding

They are not entitle to anything that they

themselves are not willing to fight for

It seems the words remain unspoken
provoking a change

That is why I continue to try to set this right

We are in the middle of a fight

it’s for our very lives

and We the People can no longer stand on the side lines

Hoping and praying this will pass in time

The time is now

We must some how find a way to make a change

before it is to late


So ask yourself What happened to our beloved America

The land where your freedom is for sale to the highest bidder
And the home of the braveless that would not stand up to fight

We must carry on

and go forth

We the People

We must march

Bear the danger of uncertain

as it all rest upon us

and the choices we make

We the People must take upon the task

to make a change take place

and we can not give up without a fight

The time is now


stand up

and be counted as one of

We the People

And let your voice be heard

© 2009 Robert Luna

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I love the subject of this poem, even if I'm not American. I love your writing and I feel that it's so powerful - very envious actually of how well you achieve that! I actually also think that if you wanted to, or try it out, working with punctuation might make your poetry even stronger!

Posted 8 Years Ago

2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


I wanted to add:
Very important, valid and couragious. I might add, well written too. Huge changes start small and change itself cannot be avoided so let us start participating in our futures. As I stated previously, I find your piece "appropriate as hell" and the time is now.

Posted 10 Years Ago

Appropriate as hell! "We the sheeple" has got me worried too. This seems too passive but I like the phrase: "Let the power fall". So much of our trouble stems from ignorance; Greed and pettyness in this competitiveness attitude of the powerfull only leads to anger and more frustation; precipitating the viscious cycle, seemingly endlessly. Rather than succoming to similar follies, in effect, feeding the fires; love provides temperance and understanding towards the ignorant. Love, is the one thing which can cure all ills.

Posted 10 Years Ago

well said!

Posted 10 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

we the people, it is time to Stand, it is time to BE.

Posted 10 Years Ago

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