The Shots Heard around the Country

Rapid fire,

it fires through the air.

Screams escape mouths,

he aims without a worry, without a care.

The city is broken,

the country in tears. 

The country huddles, 

now becoming peers.

Such a sad thought that death brings us together,

but one day we will unite forever.

Now, the people sleep,

 surrounded by nightmares.

This poem is about: 
My country

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