America is cooking out with the music on,
play in your cul du sac,
and women jog on the sidewalks,
hands raise and wave,
they see the boys in blue drive past.
America is confidence,
not only the boys sent to the amber sands,
the coal colored streets,
in the men who send them.
America is justice,
the judge, the jury, and executioner.
the punishments that fit the crime.
America is freedom, above everything else.
is not my America.
America is dark streets with broken night-lamps.
America is cold,
flashing lights don’t bring relief but rather terror.
America is lonely,
walking into a store gains stern stares from workers,
makes men track you through the shop,
a wolf scouting its prey.
America has no justice,
innocent men and women are put in chains to work.
who are killed are mocked.
are turned into villains,
America is perseverance to fight,
America is perseverance to fight back.
keep things the way they are.
you still have the gall to tell me
are one nation under god?
we are indivisible?
liberty and justice for all?