America knows not what we do

America handicap, please wipe my ass.
I can't breath, please live for me.
Take this wheel, steer me through the tsunami.
I'll take over when the coast is clear...
I want it real real easily.
Pull out that red carpet for me.
U u and u, follow my lead.
This is the life where cake can be eaten too.
If Ur rich Ull stay rich, then get richer.
Ohh the poor, don't worry about them anymore, they don't know ne better.
They wouldn't know what to do with the money anyway.
This is the lifestyle of the rich and the famous.
They wrap a string around our neck and claim happiness.
Suicide is what they r after.
Within without, we pollute all around.
Some one please hold us, we need guidance and love. For we know not what we do,
please dont harm us.

This poem is about: 
My country

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