Angel A. Lockwood

Rookie - 212 Points (07//64 / Nyc)

America - Poem by Angel A. Lockwood

There's a sound in the air,
As which reminds me of a local motion
There's also chatter filtering
From the streets to oceans
A rebuilding of a nation
People with strong devotion
Many who ancestors arrived
On boats
Whom may never had the
Priveledge to vote
It is the spirit of unity
Underminding the fog
Of recession
A renew strength
A keen insight
To defeat the dead line
Of the fiscal cliff
Inorder come to a formal
Forsaking personal riffs
Now, that's geniune
Love fot immigrants
That's Americans
Standing great
Standing tall
Once again
After all
Still free and
Always brave
Home, sweet home
To Trillions

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 21, 2012

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