My America
By Brooke Dulka
July 4, 2005
Take off my hat,
put my hand on my heart.
"Why?" I ask,
this country is falling apart.
The flag has lost it's meaning,
the days of glory and freedom are as good as gone.
Now nothing more then a broken emblem,
the days of war, poverty, and westernization have long begun.
In the streets of Cleveland children starve,
yet millions of dollars are sent across the sea.
A father's job is now in India,
while foodstamps hardly feed his family.
We live in a nation leading the world in violence,
the murder rate alone is nine times that of England.
When one in three women are raped,
how am I not to be slightly frightened?
Why do we brush away pollution treaties,
as if they were nothing more then an annoying insect?
Why does Bush not seem to care,
greenhouse gases are a problem for everyone, am I not correct?
When the line between church and state is blurred,
where is my freedom from your god?
I need neither your intolerance nor your fear!
You are the same in my eyes as Jihad!
Why are gays treated with scorn and hate?
Are they not people too?
It's their choice, let them be!
Is it because they dare be different then you?
When did oil become more important then peace?
Why does America try to impose its views on others?
I see no justice in the death of civilians and torturing prisoners,
stop this needless killing and bring home our soldiers!
I'm not an anarchist, nor do I hate liberty.
But mocking our false nation flies a tattered rag!
America is gone my friends!
And until she returns, I shall honor no flag.
By Brooke Dulka
July 4, 2005
Take off my hat,
put my hand on my heart.
"Why?" I ask,
this country is falling apart.
The flag has lost it's meaning,
the days of glory and freedom are as good as gone.
Now nothing more then a broken emblem,
the days of war, poverty, and westernization have long begun.
In the streets of Cleveland children starve,
yet millions of dollars are sent across the sea.
A father's job is now in India,
while foodstamps hardly feed his family.
We live in a nation leading the world in violence,
the murder rate alone is nine times that of England.
When one in three women are raped,
how am I not to be slightly frightened?
Why do we brush away pollution treaties,
as if they were nothing more then an annoying insect?
Why does Bush not seem to care,
greenhouse gases are a problem for everyone, am I not correct?
When the line between church and state is blurred,
where is my freedom from your god?
I need neither your intolerance nor your fear!
You are the same in my eyes as Jihad!
Why are gays treated with scorn and hate?
Are they not people too?
It's their choice, let them be!
Is it because they dare be different then you?
When did oil become more important then peace?
Why does America try to impose its views on others?
I see no justice in the death of civilians and torturing prisoners,
stop this needless killing and bring home our soldiers!
I'm not an anarchist, nor do I hate liberty.
But mocking our false nation flies a tattered rag!
America is gone my friends!
And until she returns, I shall honor no flag.
