Our America Poem by michele kostelnik

Angry disputes with verbal abuse
find fault and conflict - its no use!
We whine with guilt asking how
our father's character was
built....
We embark upon treason - our
ways are unsteady without
full reason....
Warfare secretly creeps inside.
So many youths have already died.
Nationalism is slowly fading away.
Will we remember peace in this day?
Oh, keep the loyalty that our
Old country knew....
On our American coin there is a
Message so true...
Self love is not the answer.
We must continue to endure.
Come to the USA....
Learn our ways - for our land is clean and
Pure!