No Pressure

Anger all around me
Through me and to me
Trying to get at me.
Truly.
Hate sublimates, indoctrinates,
And subjugates
Lies lie at the bottom
Of empty tongues and hearts.
Deceit lounges with a full paunch
No communion No community
No heros No heroics
No polls for politicians
No people in politics
No pressure

This poem is about: 
My country

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