america

[myveryown_nemesis]

I wasn't feeling particularly energetic, creative, or patriotic for July 4, so I reposted this poem from an angsty 17-yea-old-Me for the #APoemADay project: 

america

 

In America

we are proud

as only we

can be

Our

beautiful

country

is falling apart

God, do

you still

love me?

Purple mountain

majesty

fields of

amber grain

smog cloud

covers

up

my sky

feel the burn

of acid rain

We trample

out the

forests

of our land

of

liberty

we talk

of dying

rivers

from sea to

shining

sea.

1982