IF I COULD HELP AMERICA
“I am American,”
I have always answered.
Red, white, and blue have painted my soul
Since the day I was born on foreign land.
My father served our nation for over two decades.
Camouflage green coats my skin so perfectly
That even I don’t see my true identity.
But America has changed.
As she has aged,
She’s become crabby and near-sighted.
The optimism of her younger years
Has turned into caution and cynicism.
The arms which once embraced others
Have locked firmly in front of her.
Alzheimer’s has set in,
Robbing her of memories of
When her citizens found common ground
And fought for the greater good of all mankind.
I love her still.
I always will.
And though times seem bleak,
America is immortal.
She just needs help finding her youthful years again.
So, if I could help America,
I’d massage her heart muscle
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