Today’s American

Growing up in today’s world,
You see the beauty in forgiveness,
In flowers of Arizona,
but do you rarely see it in a love letter,
or even someone's smile,
what is happening to us?
have we forgotten how to love?

You would believe that guilt and pain,
Is truly real when someone dies,
A part of you is killed within as well.

When you sleep and dreaming away,
The hand on your heart will,
Ignite the fire even in April to go to college,
Only if you clean up your act.

I belong to the land of the free,
Whose strive forward was made from,
Love, passion, pride, and being proud to be an American,
That screams out in Joy with a lion’s courage
and I am too growing up learning all these things
to pass them on to the next little boy who wants to play with GI Jo's.

poem by Mrs. Cynosure
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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