When I think of my country,
I think of a country in dire need of help.
I think of a country that can so easily fall.
When I see my country,
I see poverty and loss among greed and power.
I see so many mistakes that have been made.
When I smell my country,
I smell pollution and poison in the air.
I smell sweat of the hard-workers and blood of the fallen.
When I taste my country,
I taste cheap mac n' cheese from the grocery store.
I taste tears, salty and bitter.
When I hear my country,
I hear gunshots and explosions.
I hear screaming and crying coming from everybody I know and love.
When I touch my country,
I touch money, which so many people worship.
I touch a government that can so easily collapse.
When I feel my country,
I feel sadness and depression and hopelessness.
I feel hatred.
All of this can be summed up in one word.
That word is my country.
That word is 'America'
..sometimes I wonder if kids would rule, woud've we had a better world? ..Go on write more..I understand your point, but dont be too sad there is no country on this world not to have both the good and bad..
i like my country more than any one and i hope that people will one day also respect the country 10
I wish i could read this aloud on CNN or MSNBC...or any major news station. What a poignant and accurate message you have sent thru the airwaves, describing the state and condition of our country and your reaction, which is shared by so many others. You speak with heart and conviction, Kylee. Keep writing, voicing........sjg
this is better than the other ones i read of yours, for in this one you've opened youself up to realities here in AMERICA, and the others seem to ramble without any depth of what you can actually write.the will and determination is there but the words have not surfaced. this is my own opinion thou, and it is not criticism but consructive criticism for you to improve. to me poetry is an emotion which has not yet been released, but is at the door waiting to escape. (i hope i have not offended you with what i say) as for this country, in 200 years we have accomplished more than any coutry in the world. feel proud and grateful that we can still voice our opinions.
Great political poem! I like that it shows the grief and hardships that most Americans go through.
It is easy to point out mistakes. You are no different from your country. What have you done to correct them. When your house is in disarray, who will come and set it right? Next door person? It is like that. Don't you know Mother Teresa, who has won Billions of Heart. Can't you be one like her? The words hate, dislike should be used to the least. Think Good. Act Good. Goodness will definitely prevail. Good Luck!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Comment, even if you think it sucks. I want to know how I can make my poetry better. Thanks guys!