The American Daydream
America is a great place
No one can argue,
One man in the states
has a low IQ,
Sorry America I’m fond,
Sadly this I must do,
calling across the pond,
to the moron amongst you,
he’s a simple Sammy
not an Uncle Sam
he’s not the average Joe
nor a canny clever man,
America had a revolution
they fought the British Royal Family
warring with reward
when freed of tyranny.
But the lands to become Great Britain
had had a revolution too
they fought the same Royal power
and they won just like you,
The English war saw the King cut in two
whilst your greatest moment was when a tea bag got threw,
In America, a new country sees the first light of dawn,
and as countries need too they found a law to conform,
the law America chose was English born,
okay now though out of that red coat uniform,
National identity sees a new flag created,
Different to the British flag which they of course hated,
Their Red Cross their blue cross and white background gone
But they thought the red the white and the blue can carry on,
And so a flag with stripes and stars captured American hearts
No one ever realised it looks like childrens art,
And with English the language
and English the law,
and British colours
America needs one more,
the individual identity of the new land of the free needs just one thing,
what other but a national anthem to sing,
and to keep up this trend of being free of the British,
they chose music for their anthem, written by the British,
And sing a few verses of a rambling on song, written perversely,
About a war with the British in which Washington DC at it’s mercy,
So the land of the free
home of the brave found it’s own identity with in humanity,
A place where all men were created equal, a saying of insanity,
Enslaved blacks and Hispanics,
the exception, natives killed, a dying people.
Equal with white faces, the land of freedom was racist.
Later blacks freed by Lincoln, and he got shot,
made equal by Kennedy, and he got shot,
The land of the free and opportunity you were not,
a great nation you were not,
I’ll write another poem and move through the ages,
to show why a great nation stumbled through stages,
And the greatest achievements non American,
But truth is, I personally admire your nation,
I'm just annoying a simpleton,
and if you know him, you'll probably cheer me on.
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