America The Broken.

100 straight days of Protests

Another black man dead.

A child walks the streets of Portland

A semi-automatic weapon in his hand.

Our people are divided

Our government is too.

Our goal for a nation united

Is broken and askew.

We fight for what we think are freedoms

And the privileges they bring

While thousands WAIT for a respirator

just to help them breathe.

The pandemic

and the riots,

upheaval in the streets

The political agendas,

that don't express a thing.

America is dying.

Her wounds and scars are bared.

Her children all are crying

But her leaders do not care.

They haggle over money

And how it should be used

They argue and they bicker

Over silly points of view.

But everyone is different

We all have different truths.

What I observe with my own two eyes

Can't be seen by you.

The struggles of a culture

can be generations deep

An oppressive coalition

can bring a nation to its knees.

A novel virus might not attack

A certain lucky few.

But the people it does affect

aren't as fortunate as me and you.

Some might get a little cold

Or show no signs at all,

They go about their busy day

Unaffected by it all.

They do not heed the warnings

They put other people down.

6 feet apart, and a silly mask

Violates their right to move around.

Compassion is essential.

Moral decency is too.

Accepting that other people's opinions

are important too.

It doesn't take an army to march up and down the streets.

It doesn't take militia's to contain the peace.

It doesn't take a therapist

And a ton of wasted years

To see the problem is the hate

That's ringing in our ears.

When we agree that ALL LIVES MATTER

and that our government's a joke.

That is when America can start to mend

all that has been broke.