Its a peace of mind…
It's a place of tranquility…
The shiver she sends down everyone's spine…
The calmness she brings…
Manny come from here…
But not all choose to stay…
She brings us life…
She brings us food, paper, clothes…
She slopes over the plains….
And towers with the mountains…
She has tears of gold…
She has wounds that grew into scars…
She rumbles and roars with industry…
She lends a helping hand…
She stretches far and wide…
And she is kept alive by sacrifice and pain…
But she thrives on the hopes of her people…
She may stumble, but she never falters…
She upheld with the utmost respect…
Shes been trampled…
Shes been beaten…
Bruised, bloodied, and cut…
But by the march of her soldier's boots…
And the sweat upon her people's brow…
She has grown…
And will never fail to live on…
She will never back down…
What is her name?
She is one loved my many…
And feared by all…
There is no other…
That flies the Red, White, and Blue so proud…
I speak of my one and only home…
The United States of America!
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I would like to translate this poem