I am a citizen of this fair country My hand on heart, a lump in my throat When I see the Stars and Stripes raised And the strains of Old Glory are played.
I am proud to be American Proud of the people who live here We stand for Justice, and Liberty For the Freedom of Speech.
When the world is in conflict We send our brave men Only for them to come back In coffins again, each one a hero.
We take the worlds oppressed Give them food and water And a decent life to live In time, embrace them as our own.
Yes, I am proud to be called A citizen of these States A citizen of this great country The United States of America.
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Posted: Apr 2011
About this poem:
Wrote this for a friend in the States who was writting a project on citizenship