The Raw Truth
How can a country be so pro-life, but take away a sick child's life?
We may think that we are the best, but that lie needs to be put to rest.
Homeless Veterans crowd the street, that is something we have to beat.
So many people turn a blind eye, it's so sad it makes me cry.
To make a change, I will always say I tried; though many people will say I lied.
We have to better our country before we can better another, if you don't like that don't make a pother.
This poem is about:
My country