Dear america

This is something new but let me know how you like it,

Dear America,

    What’s going on? I have this weird feeling you may want me gone.

 Each day my beautiful home feels so estranged,

Like I'm being evicted from this country, this has to change.

 I thought this was home of the free, land of the brave,

Yet each day someone else is sent home, land of the grave.

You call it self-defense, but where was the struggle?

Do these deaths amuse you, are we your jesters just meant to juggle;

For you entertainment or pleasure? It’s just so unfair.

Each day brings about so much despair,

Yet you don't care because we're just a 'color'.

Random black faces to dispose of, a dying culture. 

But I still hold faith, a dying light.

That one day the pain will end our welcome once again in sight.

For those ones you classify as African American, the "absorbers of light"