The Fault in our Stars

Wed, 04/12/2017 - 08:10 -- Areion

We fought for freedom, and rights that witheld us

The stars on our flag each equal a problem that drowns us

Our dirt is covered with laughs and smiles

When there stands a homeless child

 Are we really great?

When society really penetrates

us each and everytime we cry

They don't want to see the real side

For help, the blacks ask for

Crying for God, the poor beg for

Broken cities is taping the pain away

When we realize the problem we get thrown away

Do I really need to say more?

Ameica is not united anymore

 

This poem is about: 
My country

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