Fifty Shifty United States

The Founding Fathers skin would crawl and their faces would show appall. 

Our Country is falling apart, busting at the seams with people being mean.

We the People? More like we the feeble.

No backbones, no structure, America is in desperate need of a mother.

Races screaming injustice, kids bullying for power.

Everything around here is turning sour.

Watch your back pockets for holes, and greedy moles.

Politicans being shady, what happened to helping the wholes?

Homeless, hungry, uneducated Americans.

We've been told things will improve again and again.

Bring God and Alligence back to America, before we all turn into bed wetters.

Throw fear at terrorists and shame to criminals.

Bring the United States back to being biblical.

This poem is about: 
My country
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