Heaven on Earth: My American Creed
Summary
This poem is about sympathy towards people who don't share the rights I have. I'm thankful that Americans have the right to try to change their government and their surroundings. We all want what is best for our country.
Angels tread the earth
and as their voices billow
my heart swells
for they cry,
"I'm overworked,
I'm underfed,
Please break my limbs,
so I may rest,"
Oh, God, stop their pain!
How could the angels
and I share
a common nature-
one that is adaptive,
insistent,
loving,
innovative...
and only I may
erect an enterprise,
and worship,
and speak,
And I may
utilize my voice
significantly,
and receive justice,
And, when overwhelmed
with abhorrent circumstances,
I possess the right
to try
to overcome ?
Geographically
my home alone
facilitates this.
My neighbors might never
be satisfied
with their achievements-
the incredible progress they've made...
How sore could their
stretched stomachs be?
And they are still hungry for change!
My God, it is their right .
Copper Hills High School Rollins Class
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