by Breanna Lowman
All around the world
All around the world People look to her
All around the world People look to her And dream
Yet a dream catcher
Yet a dream catcher She is not
She says she is A place of refuge For the weak and weary
Her leaders claim to be For God and justice Are they fucking serious?
I see the families locked up The children separated I see the refugees waiting To walk through her gates to escape their terrors
They knock and say we're weary We're weak and in need of you But she ignores their pleading And instead builds walls and cages
The people cry out for mercy They call out to her powerful and rich But they claim they are just criminals And only keep those they deem have worth
Land of the free....
...free to be selfish
Home of the brave...
...bravery traded for fear
As for me If I be found with any crime
As for me If I be found with any crime May it be Crimes of compassion