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