Aspiration Wasteland

America

Land of the free

home of the brave

now the brave are weak

and the free are enslaved

hopes and dreams

religion and teams

fade to the screens

we've been led to believe

that we are free

but freedom is dead

and death has a fee

but we will rise

we will live

because we are free

we just cant see

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world

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