What Are We?

I miss the idea of a land where 
Freedom reached to every blade of grass, 
To every spec of dirt, from people to people. 

I miss the pride
That shone in every American’s eye.

I miss the idea of a nation
Based on a hope of a people
That willed it to prosper. 

I miss the strength
That used to be shown
During times of war and disaster.

I miss the America
That spent it’s time enjoying
Being alive and free.
Not the once prosperous land, 
Now who’s only green living thing 
Is money in a jungle of concrete and steel. 

I miss the ideals of a country
Where the work was spread equally among it’s inhabitants,
Equally sharing the prosperity and wealth. 

I miss the land where
Doing the right thing was an everyday courtesy,
Not a once in a life time chance. 

I miss the land where
We relied on each other,
Took care of our neighbors, 
Not shut them out to fight their own battles. 

I miss the country that was founded
On the rights of all people,
Allowing the right of happiness, 
But now the question is
Who is happy? 

I miss the people whose 
Strength was admirable 
Generosity was in every man, woman, and child,
Confidence was not arrogant but appropriate,
Kindness reached to comfort everyone not just its own. 

What happened to us?
What brought upon this change? 
Tell me, are we America?
Are we the America that fought for freedom against the British?
Are we the America who established a country on the backs of men who had a dream?

If we are not that America, what are we?