Do not tell me we live in a great country
where the poor are taxed dry
and the rich comfortably sleep in their mansions.
Where there are people going hungry
and children kill each other just for a pair of shoes.
Where police beat the innocent
and true criminals freely walk the streets.
Do not tell me we live in a great country
when billions are spent on war
and teens of all ages live in fear of violence.
When the vigilante is labeled a villain
and the villain wears a badge and a gun.
When the Anarchist is called a terrorist
and terrorists get away with murder day by day.
Do not tell me we live in a great country
if I cannot walk outside without persecution
and my religion, race, style and gender are taboo.
If I can't freely marry the one I love
and millions of others are denied basic rights.
If I can't be who I was born as
and there are still too many who feel the same.
Do not tell me we live in a great country
just because you have privileges
while thinking we all get the same treatment.
Just because you face no threats of death
while the rest of us struggle to get by.
Just because money lines your pockets
while we live in a collapsing system.

They say Anarchists are evil.
We just want to be free.
Your great country is a falsehood
if you can't let me be me.

~August 21, 2012~
~ShatteredScribe~