I hear America crying, the many tears I see fall. Those of a mother, crying for her child lost to drug use. A friend crying for another killed in a gang war. A little boy crying for his sister, her coffin closed due to her suicide. A young teen crying, now left all alone with a child to raise. The wife of the doctor crying, for he was shot at the abortion clinic. The former alcoholic, crying for the life he took in an accident one night. The homeless crying as they sleep on the cold and dirty streets, no food or warm clothes. Each one crying for the problems that face our world today, Crying with bloodshot eyes their cold, constant tears.
Reason for writing:
My inspiration for writing this poem came to me when I read "I hear America singing" by Walt Whitman. The idea to write this was originally given as an assignment in my sophmore English class. The teacher told us to write a poem similar to the form of Whitman's poem only on how we view the world today. This is how I see America.
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