I hate to be the barren of bad news,
But your mind is seriously confused;
There is no White or Black coastline,
It’s just America — our countryside.
It is a place
Where one can be free
— Or —
Live caught up
In the propaganda machine
That divides like the ax to the tree,
Producing slaves bending at the knee:
Buying the lie that freedom is free,
Without any personal responsibility.
America by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse