america

the land of the free

home of the brave

let us rephrase

america

the land of the chained

home of the weak

america is a bright picture

perfect stroke

colors emanate the painting

this is only the picture one sees through broken eyes

you can not see the broken hearts and evil souls

you can not hear the slurs or hurtful words

there is wealth for those with a silver spoon

there is little money for those with broken backs

hard work is repaid with a dishonored name

let me tell you the side of america that one does not speak upon

yes, there are laughs and smiles

but this america is stricken with hate and disgust for one another

the peace, unity and love is a lie

unless protected by a bubble

the true america is home of the ashamed

the true america is not a perfect painting

the true america is the home of the chained

And the home of the weak