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
This poem is about:
My country
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