Over the hills and halls of Mount Vernon
I heard voices that cried,
"No taxation without representation!"
And the Tories who lied.
In the monuments and museums and houses
I saw people who dreamed
In the battlefields of blood and of anger
I saw the British get creamed
I saw brave men who died
And children who cried
I heard calls for freedom to vote
I heard lofty appeals
And men with ideals
I read words that the wisest men wrote
Yet it baffles me now
To understand how
These men died for America and why
It's a nation of thugs
And homewrecking drugs
And poor homeless children who cry
Our forefathers tried
But instead they died
If you look closely, I think you'll find:
A nation of crime
And a nation of death
Was not quite what they had in mind.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.