Found Poem

Declaration of Independence from the War in Vietnam

It seemed there was hope for the poor                                                                      

Through the Poverty Program everyone adore

But the money went to war

With it, our boys and sirs

Our rights don’t exist

Yet why must we fight with our fist?

For another country we don’t know

Acquiring our rights is slow

This is an attack on the poor

Kicking the poor out the door

Our rights, they do ignore

But there was some good in the bad

Something that wasn’t so sad

We saw unity between the white and black

Segregation in the battlefield was lack

But now they stand together as a pack

Together, they will watch each other’s back

There are ways to fight oppression

We don’t need to use aggression

There are other ways to get attention

A protest to show our confession

Martin Luther King is the one who changed the world

Now we have a world where our races are mixed and swirled

This is the end of the poem

Of America, our home