The winds have changed in your fortune
As you sink low to what you were once
Once you had beauty; splendor to charm
The world seemed at your finger tips
Everone looked in awe at you
Oh, how you fallen from the world’s graces
Your children squabble among each other
Why can’t you control; reign them in
You have distance yourself from your past
Have changed from what we once stood for
Now, you usher in deception;
Fear from others hangs arounds you
But you can’t shake what you have become
You try to shake the yoke which bounds you
To accept all with open arms
But other push you down
Make you say things which once you were open to
Now you speak in ugly words
You don’t welcome like you use to do
You are not what I remember you use to be
Is it possible for you change?
Will you accept everyone,
Regardless of who they are?
If not, how can I be a part of your American Dream?
April 7th Prompt: Write a poem as a letter to America: a complaint letter, Dear John letter, love letter, invitation, thank-you, or cancellation. Avoid the clichés. Surprise your reader and America.