Merica’

 

I am worried about the direction on we pretend we're on

An imaginary line of success but were in the most debit we have ever been.

We bomb nation after nation with money we don’t have...

We live in a generation where tiny screens is our fixation

Where Kim Kardashian child is our focal point of thinking

Instead of caring  about  Gaza or ISIS

Why consider yourself human?

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