America Was Poem by D. L. Firestone Feinberg

America Was



America was —
Or so I thought —
But maybe

I was too
Young
To know.

Now I see
What is not.
There are holes

Everywhere.

Monday, January 28, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: america
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