Good Morning America

Us, a fragment of Earth under siege
And does he not hear our plea.
Thrusting towards the new, dark age
Our beautiful country, now Satan's stage.
Any effort to heal the wounds of our soldiers
Are compromised by he who employed them.
Desperate for gain, dying for loved ones.
Political corruptness need not be America's only kryptonite.
Sons and daughters overpowered by peers
Bullying broken souls to their lowest of lows.
The life-ending capsules to extinguish each of their Devine plans.
Our country cries out today, but not a sign of help is on the way.
And yet, by heaven, each of us wake up in our own little America with a little reason to smile.

This poem is about: 
My country

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