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