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

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