Election

Mon, 05/22/2017 - 00:39 -- JoshM12

Flip a coin to choose our best way to hell,

Heads or tails doesn't matter either way, we are doomed.

We can have a millionaire man who owns hotels

Or we can have an old lady who says "dude".

This part of history shall be erased,

Many wars are about to happen, just wait,

If we survive it should not be traced

And all we have worked for will become waste.

The "Free Country" will become a hallucination;

America, the first country that allows purge

We might call it the end of our nation

Were we sit with a gun outside our porch

-Unless you want to see the ruins

Stop acting like robots and think like humans.

This poem is about: 
My country

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