America in Verse
One Nation, United by Poetry. Exploring the United States of America through word.
Life, Part Three
Red, golden, gray cliffsides Craggy shelters of the rock dwellers carved out by God's hand. Sloping downward smoothing to the flat stretches...
Marching, marching in the streets While blood is running in the sheets Children, adults, neighbors, friends The list goes on and never ends
For the Many Not the Few
They think we’re too young to know any better. They think we’re too young to speak out against them. But we are the youth.
The Tyranny on this land today is a repeat of history, yet we are so blind to see. Our economy is in a drought and the poverty is on a rise as we watch our mother flood these lands with her tears.
You stand in the center, proud of your ferocious roar of values and oneness that reaches the ears of the world. The wine, the words, the homogeneity.
Welcome To America
Welcome To America It was speculated that I was a gang member and do what they do That’s not the case however I hang with some because they are cool
Always wanted to be like Jesse James, taking the horse by the reins. Each day a new course in it for better or worse. Guns on my hip, giving the law the slip. Midnight runs through the countryside sounds fun. Stealing from the rich, giving to the poor your pockets never being sore. Always looking for the next score.
When I Was a Kid
The web that was worldwide, was a way we unified, with all those who were close, and allowed us to talk to them most. Social media, became this encyclopedia, where we could post, and would be judged on the most number of likes, followers or views, and this would be the fuse, to ignite out ego, and dress us up in a narcissistic tuxedo.
Atop cherry bricks of a state house in Philadelphia Chiming incessantly against indigo skies, She speaks. Though, A mishap, or
Dear society isn't it funny how half of the time we act like we're on a united front? We preach about being humane and showing a glimpse of kindness
Lone Star State
Loud and proud The place of big things Blue and white Red and blue stripes One star meets the lone star My home is full of them heavy twangs
In the Court
In the court where the word is the law, Where words are the end, all and all, Times are changing and words are too In the court where the word is the law.