Of the Small

Submitted by little woman on Fri, 01/11/2013 - 00:44

This is the land of Freedom and Justice
or is it?
where we swear under God.

Under God we stand
a nation once rose tall
yet if our sins we keep
our nation soon will fall.

Prophets of today
stand up and tell us plain
'a nation who slaughters her children
never more will gain.'

Still we press on forward
"rights" for each and all
yet in the hurry to let each do as he will
we forget the rights of the small.

Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness
the promises America made
among the hustle of correct politics
these promises silently fade.

Author's age when written
16
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Comments

I love this poem, even though I don't live in America. But feel sorry and scared for you guys too, but this poem just puts it out there. Well done, I've gotta say. Love it.

Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh

Just stumbled across this. I'm glad I did. It's lovely, in a heartbreaking way. I'm so ashamed of our country. We think guns are evil but it's legal and okay to murder our own children. So sickening.
I love your word choice, and the rhythm/rhyme are perfect.

I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.