America?

America?

A Poem by ModernDayShakespeare
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something i played around with.

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infatuation congregation terrorizing iraqi nations.

Putting bombs upon their soli all in the good quest for oil.

Dont call it stealing, dont call it fraud, in American terms just call it a job.

Ppl dying for their country, ppl living for their riches, ppl starving for some munchies, ppl in the need of stitches. Children born without their fathers.

Familys left alone in tears, Ppl mourning for their loved ones, ppl constantly in fear.
We call it war but we want Peace.
&& now the unity is gone, equality is overated and now killing is not wrong.

The U.S split right down the middle but somehow one side has more power.

Democracys become diluted and our views are turning sour.

Whose to Censure whose to blame?

whose corrupting, whose the shame?

Whose the liar, whose the lover, whose the politc && the tree hugger?

Whose responsible?
whose the main cause?
"just say iraq?"
Nice job.

© 2008 ModernDayShakespeare


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