Where has America gone?

by Amanda Lynn   Sep 27, 2006


I see a woman ragged clothed

In such poverty and shame

Many say her kind is crazy

But they dont know her pain

They call themselves Americans

Because they throw their worth

Into the hands of her poor life

Her existence on this earth

They say that her state is her fault

She made her life that way

Living on nothing, fearing everything

Taking each day by day

She lived through wars and tragedies

And spoke to kids her own

She knew of a past life at ease

But now she sits alone

In other peoples filth and rags

She calls us all alike

Americans in the United States

Who support sympathetic strike

Considers everyone to be equal

Gives when she has more than some

And yet we complain about our lives

Place names on those as bums

How we cant take that boss of ours

And wish that we were dead

When we lie on soft beds at night

And mothers cradle heads

How our car wouldnt start this morning

Coffee is too cold or hot

The gas prices are too high

And curse what we just bought

Our family life is such a drag

We cant take it anymore

We hate our presidents current actions

Or want to go to war

We stereotype all other nationalities

Labeling them as sad

Put down those who dont look like us

Or hadnt lived the life weve had

Feel sorry for those who are starving

Yet keep eating our warm food

We take a stand when it involves our nation

Or, just when were in the mood

Take advantage of little children

Kill and steal when we need to

All to better ourselves as a person

To show our colors through and through

I thought of these things as I looked at her

Sitting on the muddy ground

Cracking skin upon her fingers

Yet on her face I saw no frown

The only frowns I saw were those

Who had the money and the dreams

Those with a family to go home to

And be happy by any means

I wondered how our nation came

To such a state to such a place

It could not have been like this forever

Now filled with trash and toxic waste

I know our founding fathers

Who stood beside her, this nation

Couldnt now say God Bless America

In their own honoring dedication

The only honor they ultimately gave

Was to One who gave them this land

He has the power to give and to take

Remember, we put our footprints in His sand

How can we say that we do prosper?

As in the days of godly men

For men have turned their back on God

But He has not turned His back on them

Yet we see the sin still alive

Even in a leaders heart

We say that we are doing fine

Our denial is what sets us apart

Just as this woman begs in streets

Just as the babies die

Life is too short to keep hurting

So why does it happen all the time?

What brought our nation to be like this?

We call our country great?

Our anger towards those less fortunate

Grows up to adolescent hate

But we raised our children in the church

Some may say with fire

False faith sparked in tall steeples

Make God out to be a liar

I dont know where our nations headed

I dont know why we try

We may still lift our eyes to Heaven

And point in glory to the sky

But all of that means nothing

When weve lost what others have pursued

Our selfish gain has no value

In this country tried and true.

I pray for that woman in the dirt

Shes committed no crime

Her heart is filled with memories and love

Not coated with perverted grime

Yet why do I pray for one like that?

How bout for one who doesnt know

About how great that life can be

Half naked in the snow

Or sleeping in a freezing car

While it is pouring sleet

And lick the crumbs from dogs own meals

While ice now eats their feet

Or been in floods or tornados

That swept their only home

Or plagues that caused loved ones to die

In front of where they roam

Most have not had to deal with that

America is not made up of sorrow

I wonder what thoughts will come to mind

When I see another tomorrow.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Chris Rodriguez

    This is a poem that I have been waiting to hear for a long time. A magnificent poem, at the very least. Keep giving your thoughts out. Keep writing. Amazing job.