America

My country ’tis of quivering child breath held
in a closet
My country ’tis of freeze your pounding heart
in class
My country ’tis of nurturing healing 
promise shot
My country ’tis of run outside with your 
hands up
My country ’tis of bullet, bump stock, scope
and silence
My country ’tis of AR OK 
AR OK 
My country ’tis of brainwash won’t clean 
blood money
My country ’tis of children sacrificed 
dead or alive 
My country ’tis of brain death, soul death, 
ghost guessed 
My country ’tis of guns loved more 
than children.