deaf and blind, with working ears and working eyes

Don’t you see your children 

bleeding? 

Don’t you hear your children 

screaming? 

Don’t you see your country 

burning? 

Don’t you hear your country 

sinking? 

Surely, you don’t. 

You sure as hell aren’t

 reacting.

 

This poem is about: 
My country

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