America (1999)

A poem I wrote back in 1999.

The strength of religion, the power of race.
Can be more judgmental than the structure of a face.
Is tragedy the only hand which is dealt?
To the ones that can only look in one direction for help.
A country that is powerful but full of greed.
One stage in life were any infant can bleed.
Struggle in the streets with no money for the poor.
Just multiple discounts to the dangers of war.
One more life needs to be changed.
But there's no power to turn the page.
Just stuck without a helping hand or a single dollar.
Another life destroyed without any comments from our forefathers.

Robert 🐐

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This was good read Robert. I think nothing much changed since 1999 or things get even more into the bad shape. I feel like your poem actually evolving at my mind. 1999 is was not so bad year compare to this one. I member with my friends we visited to see movie Fight club like about 10 times. Yes it was very weird and crazy year.