Is This America
Instead of amber waves of grain
We witness somber waves of pain
Our beautiful for spacious skies
Are filled with angry, hurtful cries
While purple mountain majesties
Look down on civil travesty
No brotherhood from sea to sea
When hate still shines on you, on me
Can this America sustain
While blood now seeds the fruited plain
Can we not overcome this shame
When we are clearly all the same
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2020
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