thank you for killing us.

It isn't about the times and events you know

it is about what you had to suffer

the scraping of knees

the hits from the batons

cries for a new America

The America we were promised.

Don't worry though

We'll be fine.

Your signatures on paper that makes you feel important
 

while finalizing our countries death.

We are going to have to make a new one.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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