In America, a Poem

Every state is a verse, and America is a poem. Can we still seek a ray of hope in the middle of vast gloom? This burden of anguish we bear is a sea we must inflame. In this country, a poem remains as a pert momentum. That talent stamping guide just to prevent factionalism. She's hidden in a huge hole, which isn't a common vacuum. She was walking beachside as the shoreline shutter into flames As they flew up from the beach, the seabirds gained in abruptness. Exploring a world free of air and seeing in colorless. The sand grains become dissimilar as the scents disappear. I didn't aim to imply that you'd be simple to substitute. It was mispronounced lights will be sold outside of the province. The only gunfight on the edge of the state highway took place. In your death note, wrote on how to settle in at quicker pace. Have you ever felt you're lost in the shuffle in Washington? To sum up, how can you leave an impact on the audience? no one likes to admit that saying no has no rhyme or sword Instead, there's a crowd of bees rattling around and in my mouth. If you've made your demand, you must coalesce your gratitude. Just teach me how to survive without using consoling life. We wish to reshape an alliance with well-defined concepts. World where all citizens, many-hued, are treated as equals. We do not dwell on what separates us or what affects us. Until we can rebound, we must calm down and cut back our guns. And put our lucid future to rule in the name of justice. We move out for no man's property and for no one's profit. It is fair to believe that this universe is spherical. And even if we were all weeping, we all will endure growth. That we will intertwine our fates for the eternal triumph. And we will never, ever melt to sow fright and division. We are what we wage and what we design and build together. Allow history to rise and rule, or ply it for the best. We've found it has the power to split rather than unite us. A tyranny can never defeat or remove our freedom. This is how we have always recognized, and we always will. What we do now has an impact on what we will do later. We only have no way of losing; our only chance is win. To build a lucid future and yield others a ray of hope. Will we expect to come out of disaster victorious? The future epoch will savor the fineness of acrid work. What You Really Want Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Richard Lamoureux Date written: 03/24/2021: D