The Broken Heart of the USA

The Broken Heart of the USA

A Poem by butterfly
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Trump nation may be happy but the actual USA nation is not.

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Oh woe is me and the world I see
What old white men and their wives chose USA to be
what is the price of your better economy
The women's freedom
I feel like murderers get more rights than a lady
Fighting for a fetus to be loved like a baby
how can it be when some old white man came and raped her
the same will be done to the earth
all for a better economy
i pray God has a better plan then thee
oh woe is me I am sorry Kamala didn't win
i am sorry some didnt look past their racism
Did it matter if she was Indian/Jamaican or Black
Some Jamaicans define as Afro American but no one ever asked her dad
Then they blamed her for that whole immigration deal but was she in charge
The trump nation sends in their felon to heal
Melania will hardly be in the house
more kids to work for him now
when we apply for jobs even a reference from family is not allowed
woe is me and the world I see
Then I heard Kamala speak
saying even though the ending was weak
we can still roll up our sleeves
some of us are very tired
not every one was born with a silver spoon
not everyone gets the same slice of pie under the same human moon
She said in the darkness we see the stars
The trump nation is the dark and the others are the stars
I at least chose to fight for me and others broken hearts
I see and hear the women cry
the trans children maybe trying to not die inside
i see the stranger coming to America for a better life
 when bombs and evil fall from their sky
i wasn't just looking at the money column
for money can always be replaced
but what about the women and those trans children you easily dismiss away
Voting for the white man
when we are a rainbow land
but woe is me because we all cant see
Then the trump nation come and comment like they are distributing peace
you just make us more mad
as we see the best of what we had
go down the drain back to the past
because you fell in love with your orange haired felon man
just like in the past even a criminal was chosen over Jesus
the cycle of good and evil goes on
its up to God
for we are now not so strong
we only feel the pain of this broken heart
the broken heart of the USA
hopefully one day we will see her smiling face
after 4 years
without endless tears

© 2024 butterfly


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Added on November 7, 2024
Last Updated on November 7, 2024

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