“ This heaven gives me a migraine”

                           — Gang of Four 

In a county where no one lives  

Only a whisper of wind is near

Quakes of bombing give us all fear 

But No one seems to care 

George Washington was born here 

History seems to find its place there 

The choking sounds of the storms 

Seems to be apart of the norm 

Everyone likes to be informed 

But I always know their true form

Look up, look up, look at the sky 

The flock of angles are singing oh my, 

You can see the beautiful stars twinkling in your eyes 

The jade lighting seems to be the surprise 

Wait, my home is still no prize.