"Land of the Free," Home of the Imprisoned

Red stars, white lies, blue lives.

The American people pursuit happiness with empty agendas,

With the elites dividing We the people and telling us we are happy.

Our red stars were gold stars, covered in the blood shed from those

Hungry for the accomplishment of being awarded the bigger participation trophy.

Is it a tragedy or a travesty that we are united under one flag but 

Would slit each other's throats over our political beliefs?

Why not both?

Why not have two sides?

Why not pit those two sides against each other?

Why not poison our people with toxic thoughts?

How do we gain control of our people?

Do we have a societal civil war or a real, bloody civil war?

Why not both?

 

The problem with this country is people are spoon fed and told where to look.

The mass majority of the simple minded are herded like sheep, 

Slaves to the media, slaves to the elites.

We are told that we are happy with our lives, 

While told we hate everything about it at the same time.

We are told we can be anything we want to be,

But can't do what we want to do if we are a certain skin color.

We are taught to love thy neighbor,

But if someone speaks a different language,

Well, we have all seen the same, brainwashing media. 

 

How do we fix this problem?

We can't.

Why not?

The mass majority of people think the problem are the small minority of those

Who have their minds straight, their morales straight, their lives straight,

And their facts straight. 

The small minority who want to fix things.

The small percent of people who are really rebelling agaisnt the system of oppression

Brought to We the people of America.

We're fed these white lies on a spoon laced with opium.

Why opium?

We're addicted to the lies. 

Addicted to the fighting.

Addicted to the pain.

If we weren't, we wouldn't lead such horrible, horrific blue lies.

Would we?

This poem is about: 
My country

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