America Poem by Angel A. Lockwood

There's a sound in the air,
As which reminds me of a local motion
There's also chatter filtering
From the streets to oceans
Regardong
A rebuilding of a nation
People with strong devotion
Many who ancestors arrived
On boats
Whom may never had the
Priveledge to vote
It is the spirit of unity
Negiotating
Underminding the fog
Of recession
A renew strength
A keen insight
To defeat the dead line
Of the fiscal cliff
bipartism
Inorder come to a formal
agreement
Forsaking personal riffs
Now, that's geniune
brotherhood
Love fot immigrants
That's Americans
Standing great
Standing tall
Once again
America,
After all
Still free and
Always brave
Home, sweet home
To Trillions
America!