He held his head high as she said no. She fell to her knees begging "not again". A kid goes hungry in a crack house. A mother cries over a lost son A boy tries to make it through another day. And a girl cries over a broken heart. Are these the things that make America great? Is this what we are proud to say is our heritage? Why do we never stop to think about how we treat each other? She laughed at the fat girl. He beat up the poor kids. A man kills a wife. A rapist walks free. The girl tried her hardest but wasn't pretty enough. A guy kills thousands in the name of religion and we had warnings. Is this what makes us proud? Is this what our ancestors envisioned America to be when they came here? I pledge allegiance to the wrong in the United States of America, And to the hatred for which it stands, One nation under the criminals, Distrusted, with apathy and injustice for all.