America, the Beautiful?

America, the beautiful... aimlessly just like a cloud drifting free above the crowd of cluttered chaos and bleak souls of jungles thriving in hellholes. America, whose freedom's praised... floating over stained landmarks (those abandoned, spotty marks), where still we fight for equal rights and others live barb wired lives and yet most struggle to survive. America, the patriot... what constitutes right or wrong? The status quo? Thick and strong, that hides behind the weak and blind and what I'll call BULLreaucracy and manicured hypocrisy. America, how's glory sung when silenced by human tears, their sufferance braved through years? It's not starred banners waved in air, but nooses hung with ropes threadbare! America, you noble one... to the world, your throne is might proudly hailing in every light. BUT crown your good? With brotherhood? where discordance and hatred fall with little mercy on us all? America, triumphant one, lead us to untrampled ground, out of the past, homeward bound, over ramparts and black hearts beneath the shadow of His hand and once again to your great land.