Don’t Give Up On Me
(A poem by America through Wain)
Dear Americans,
Don’t give up on me.
I treated Indians badly
Some say black slavery was worse.
Will you choose to forgive my sins
Or keep living under a _ _ _ _ _?
Don’t give up on me.
I made white people kill themselves,
Fighting for black slaves to be free.
Isn’t my war worth celebrating
Or can the races never _ _ _ _ _?
Don’t give up on me.
I believe in equality
And God-given rights from above.
I sometimes betray my beliefs
But who can live only by _ _ _ _?
Don’t give up on me.
Out of many, yet one people
My motto has failed for many years.
But are social divisions my fault
Or are they due to your natural _ _ _ _ _?
Don’t give up on me.
In God We Trust is on my money
So religion has a clear big voice.
Isn’t it good if we live by faith
Or is no God our better _ _ _ _ _ _?
Don’t give up on me.
Some years I’ve killed a million unborn
Next year could be less or maybe more.
Do I get credit for women’s rights
Or are we wrong to abort the _ _ _ _?
Don’t give up on me.
I help children to change their gender
With surgeries to make it come true.
Is sterilizing kids good progress
Or is it something bad that we _ _?
Don’t give up on me.
America is filled with sinners
Who all struggle to do what is right.
The only way I can get better
Is if you never give up the _ _ _ _ _.
Don’t give up on me. Don’t give up on you.
Happy 4th of July!
Lots of love,
America