Protest: A poem by Katherine Hemrick

This country is a melting pot. 

At least that's what they used to tell us.

Of different cultures, backgrounds,

And we liked it that way.

America was an idea.

An idea shaped around liberty and justice,

For ALL.

No set race.

No set religion.

No set voice.

But things are changing.

We are being told new things and new ideas,

Ideas that go against what we used to stand for,

All while they keep their mouths shut about others,

Keep their heads low.

It's hard to know what is true and what is not.

They say the protests are too much, aren't needed,

And only work people up.

How will this end?

I'm not too sure.

But what i do know is that people

Aren't angry enough.