Spilt

Split

can you really hide

from the lies

buried inside the ties of america?

or are our forces just ready to collide.

 

the US is split

hatred for one another

only grace can save the human race

from the ATROCITY

that this place has become

 

so run

run until you see the rising sun

of a new home

that has a better ending

than a bullet from another gun,

This poem is about: 
My country

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