Maya Angelou

America

The gold of her promise has never been mined Her borders of justice not clearly defined Her crops of abundance the fruit and the grain Have not fed the hungry nor eased that deep pain Her proud declarations are leaves on the wind Her southern exposure black death did befriend Discover this country dead centuries cry Erect noble tablets where none can decry “She kills her bright future and rapes for a sou Then entraps her children with legends untrue” I beg you Discover this country.

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