My Plea To America Poem by Michael Stevens

To America,
The land in which I was born and raised.
A place that hard work was supreme and family values were paramount,
Where people could dream to make it big no matter where their origins began,
Home to a proud people, bustling with ambition, ready to fight for what they believed was the righteous path forward,
With astounding goals to advance our culture into the future way before its time,
But America,
What happened to the values that made our country great?
Daily, we have brothers that sleep without a sturdy roof over their heads, families who cannot eat for days on end,
Veterans who cannot afford the medicines prescribed by doctors to treat ailments given during times of great sacrifice,
Countrymen swindle each other over seemingly unimportant issues,
While average citizens squeeze the government for every penny they can without even the thought of replenishing the wealth in their own way,
And Corporations with their charitable pockets become the spine of every newly printed Constitution with all its adjusted amendments.
America! We are a sick nation! ! !
We need help, and our government cannot be the medium for this reform,
The people, you, me, our families, our friends, we are the cure!
Without a strong people, there is no hope for a strong Nation.
We are crumbling, but tis not too late,
America can be saved, but only if we all do our part no matter how large or small the tasks be.
Contribute to the greater good of America, contribute to bringing this great Titan of a World power back into the reigns of respect and good repute among the worlds leaders.
Become a people worth being envious of.
If not, I fear the path that America is on, that our brothers and sisters are on, the future of our culture is sliding so elegantly along,
Will ultimately be the destruction of everything we know and understand.
America can topple, it will topple... unless we stop it.
Brothers, join hands and bring America back to its brilliance.

Thank you.