Is It Poetry
Americans - Poem by Is It Poetry
Different views and of the views,
the world we all must love to see.
Human rights reserved for you and me.
Are the rich,
for you or me I do not know.
Any where else would I be.
Whom the green sea,
and the wind it has forgiven me.
Is there anything else America,
Life is meant to be among'st the free.
Sadness that is moving,
forward to that never ending three.
Can you change their minds.
A land of laws that moving change?
And people are whom people never are,
having you as I do, me and you.
And people do as people do,
and that every difference brings,
US closer still.
the me and you I am you lived to see.
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