I want my American dream back

All the while I had been hearing about the "American dream".

The magic, the sound these two words exude wholly captured my imagination.

Going back to the lands that rejected me was no longer the path I'll travel as my longing to reach the American shores was the only thing that was anchored in my mind.

I imagined America as the land of the free that gave voice to the forgotten.

Where race, color, and creed do not matter and human rights are guarded with zeal.

Where the ingathering of all cultures and people made it richer and human resources and talent knew no limits or constraints.

Where opportunity awaits the able and generosity is extended to the needy.

Where everyone is equal before the law and political differences are valued to make America better.

Where sacrifices are willingly made to right the wrong and morals and fortitude guide its leaders.

Where caring about friends and allies is the hallmark of the nation and opposing oppression near and far is the emblem that distinguished America.

This is the character of America, this is the soul of America.

This is what made America great.