Treasure Island

Joseph Anthony Montefusco

(April 11,1989 / Newark, NJ)

This Nation


In this nation of integration
Were still segregation and separation
Thrives and tries to survive
And derive its strength from racist thoughts

Starting by teaching kids what they think
ought to be taught
Yet actually what is ought to be caught
By police in these streets

While bad men grab their heat
And they try to play a game but don’t
realize they’re playing for keeps

When lives are on the line truth is finally told
Believing in beliefs they believe best to hold
No matter love how soft or racism how bold

Yet this country can’t contain what needs to be sold
Only knowing terror multiplied ten fold
Its no wonder the warmest hearts are beginning to grow cold

Yet minds still grow stronger
So in this time I ponder
Where shall my soul wander?
In this corrupted nation

Submitted: Friday, December 19, 2008

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