America
Hush, hush, my child,
Don't wail so loud;
This is the way things are supposed to be.
He is the bad guy,
She is a gossip,
Don't pick fights with the villains of history.
There's no differece 'til they're taught.
Don't you dare speak your mind!
Keep your fists by your sides!
Here you're dead before proven innocent.
Keep your secrets in your heart!
You're a stranger here.
And don't forget - you're at fault.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My country