I am an American
Woven by my heritage of many nations.
I don’t take up weapons to fight
I will stand steadfast to guard freedom.
My weapons of choice are my words of hope, acceptance, forgiveness,
Guiding us on a path to peace.
My America is not represented by our government.
My America is the men and women coming together in times of crisis.
Though you may destroy my material dwelling,
My true treasures reside within and go where I go.
If I fall, one more American will come
To carry the torch, lighting the way to Freedom for All.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice. I like. Good poem.