America

America, 

Land of the free,

but people overdose on LSD.

America,

Home of the brave,

yet parents dig their childrens grave.

America,

The beautiful,

though some people live unsuitable.

America, 

where there are amber wavers of grain,

but most people live with pain.

America,

to the land we pledge, 

and lives end with a knifes edge. 

 

This poem is about: 
My country

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