Recently, I’ve been wondering whether everything negative we read or watch about the US is a testament to its true colours or simply a blip in its continued dominance on the world stage. My poem about America, ‘Freedom & Justice’ sounds awfully certain about its predicament, however, I’m sure the reality is far more complicated than the dichotomy I’ve presented.
A Poem About America.
Freedom and justice.
Only if you’re one of us, that is.
A shining star.
A beacon of hope.
The truth from afar, now seems like one of tropes.