Is this my country
That I love
But doesn't love me?
Is this the land of the free
The home of the Brave
Or the home of the cowards,
And the land of slaves?
Slaves to our imaginary facts.
Slaves to our desire to commit cruel acts.
Against other humans, even children!
We reach for the nearest weapon
And the most convenient excuse
To get the bad guy
In our head.
Or the monster under our bed.
Is this our country
That calls itself civilized?
Is this my country
That I love
But doesn't love me?
Doesn't love at all.
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