dollar policy

A Poem by Steven

wrote this after I learned about the dollar diplomacy

Music when I sleep.

im in misfortune neck deep.

I say im not crazy to who will listen to my simple plea.

this is the sickness of that im sure, what im confused of is the involvement of she.

can I trust in simplicity that has no difficulty?

what now gives me feeling without consistency of penalty?

terms of difference does not exist in this hope.

mainly worth is in lack when they say your a true dope.

but I choose the opinion next to the dagger in the cloak.

most no longer speak out of flock, from fear of being labeled a joke.

just skip to my end.

im tired of the feeble justice in our mockery.

we in the us has become the reason in which our country must bend.

reflecting the past is our mimicry.

I finish where end exist and others begins.

hopefully once again the title of the fallen will be reclaimed to our country so dear the title of legends.

© 2013 Steven

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Sami Khalil

"just skip to my end.

im tired of the feeble justice in our mockery.

we in the us has become the reason in which our country must bend.

reflecting the past is our mimicry.

I finish where end exist and others begins."
A splendid read and write...Thank you for sharing...:)