Susan A. Palmer Venice Beach


Not My America

I once lived in a land where people were free.
A life of liberty in the land of democracy.
But somewhere down the line things changed.
Someone decided they had the upper hand.

That's not my America.
Home of the free.
That's not my America.
A place for you and me.
That's not my America.
You're not alone.
That's not my America.
Bring them home.

A false voice said we must take a stand.
And sent our troops to another land.
Time has shown the error of our way.
It's not too late to make a better day.

That's not my America.
Home of the free.
That's not my America.
A place for you and me.
That's not my America.
You're not alone.
That's not my America.
Bring them home.

We can't dictate how others live.
Hope and friendship is what to give.
See our country for what it is.
Let's return to a land of democracy.

That's not my America.
Home of the free.
That's not my America.
A place for you and me.
That's not my America.
You're not alone.
That's not my America.
Bring them home.

Use your voice.
Bring them home.

Poems
Defining Love
Not My America
Poems

Research
1903
Food, food, food
Washington, DC

Stories
My Grandmother's Garden
The Tower of London

Screenplays
Distant River
Mindfully Unconscious
Odysseus Returns


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