Oh America, How You Have Changed

Give me liberty or give me death, but the kids are choosing death now.

America might actually need to take its final bow. 

How did we even get to this place 

From a superpower to an empty space 

The Liberty Bell still rings and the Statue of Liberty still stands 

But they are eroding away just like our prosperity 

What are ancestors molded for us with their bare hands 

Now crumbled and forgotten and we have no chance 

We have forgotten our principles of life, liberty, and happiness

and have replaced it with something blasphemous: Hope

 

 

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My country
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