Poor America

America, you are poor

You are poor in righteousness and culture

Your people are mindless zombies

Brainwashed by corrupt policies

You spend all your riches on killing other people

All in the name of helping

You tell your zombies that it is for their freedom,

But in truth, it is for your own personal gain

There is no unity in your land, just hostility and pain

Your encourage ignorance and lawlessness,

You bully those around you for your pleasure

You value certain lives over others but claim

That you serve justice for all

Explain yourself America

What makes you so great?

Wretched and evil land, what makes you so good?

You are poor America, may God save you America

 

 

Comments

tanyambofana

I cannot wait to go back home and leave this wretched place:)

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