Vices
Work till you drop or make stacks of cash
Drown in luxury, clothing, and jewels
Drink till you can't remember your name
Drug with toxins so you can dream
Watch a screen to forget the day
Eat anything that takes away the pain
If we're so great, why do we have these vices?
Have we turned from what our fathers founded
Or was it's begining of blood and opression grounded?
This poem is about:
My country