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Attempt 1

April 2, 2015
By Micsa.Nash BRONZE, Cheektowaga, New York
Micsa.Nash BRONZE, Cheektowaga, New York
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Every day I’m hearing
People talking about terrorism
Saying it’s the blame
Of other nations’ faiths and heroisms
But terrorism started in the USA
Not just overseas but on the homestead

We been fighting for all them other people
With no one fighting for ourselves
So people started acting up
Pulling murder cards right off the shelves

Our own liberties and freedoms promised
As our nation was born
Turned over in their newfound graves when
They saw America walk right out that door

Now we lost our rights to speak and
Are held against our will
So few can even manage to
Get their children to the hospital

Our pledge calls for justice
Our justice calls for stealth
As they debate and congregate
With only those of wealth

The little man is weak
The middle man forgotten,
But no one cares so long as
The world’s American besotten

Love and God have been removed,
Our men fight for nothing
They claim protection of a country
That long ago forgot ‘em

What’s gonna happen
When they come home and see
That everything they worked for was killed
When they were overseas?

Their families barely remember them
Or remember all too well
And cry as they find out their baby,
mama, daddy, wife, or husband is in jail

I’m hearing crimes against humanity
What of those against my sanity?
With all the stones that they’re throwing
It’s hard to tell which one’s got my mind blown.

People’s families disowning and shooting and stoning
All because they chose to love or live or die as himself
People forget about their past and how we came to be
I thought this was a country based on humanities

That’s right our home was founded on three properties:
Sanctity and liberty but most of all EQUALITY
For years we struggled but now that’s over
Bull shh- we struggle still
As we try to figure out a battle of wit and will
Hard to ignore and growing even harder still

WILL this war to end WILL each other to accept
Don’t just duck your head and pass then immediately forget.
The things that you hear or the people you see
The fights in the apartment above or people lying on the street

The people we let cry, the people we see die inside
Have just as much right to happiness as you and I
It’s up to us to make this right
That’s the reason we’re all sitting here tonight
So stop acting innocent
In this war we’re all to blame
We got nothing in our chest
But anger guilt and now our shame

Get rid of that shame and America’s new name
Restore this country to the beauty that she used to be
Find our liberty and return our home to her sanity
From now on that’s our responsibility


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I didn't know what to name it, but it is mine, and I like it.  Therefore, I'm asking your guys' opinions.  


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