America in Verse

America A-M-E-R-I-C-A, America Noun From the Italian Amerigo which itself is from the German Amalric or Heimrich

Crimson Crimson is the color that sounds the alarm for spirits cast off into a cycle of what's known and broken. Peace is the heart of lives that matter

I just can't seem to sleep tonight. There's too much trouble, too much strife. I'm too busy trying to save my own life. I feel like I'm marching to a drum and fife.

We all know where everything is. Not by location. By senses. That little store that smells like stale cigarettes and always has a stray dog they feed outside.

Boots. Dog Tags. Camouflage. Distance. That is what life is for many years for some. Alone. Afraid. Worried. Proud. Emotions you feel every single day.

I marched on Pennsylvania With like-minded warriors. We shouted and carried our words In sober steps, not treading the ground.

Trump’s Statue of Authority Like the brazen giant of Orange fame, with conquering limbs atop groping, tiny hands; Here at his seaside, elitist Florida gates he shall stand,

It was a late summer morning when the world changed forever. Images of unexpected horror from our greatest city, dispelling our national sense

my country tis of greed i haven’t slept right for weeks like my dreams can’t decide what it means to be american i have a heart & i bleed & i breathe