America

America is a small fraction

Of a world that is fractured

And scattered into pieces

That want to come back together

But in the hands of children

Everything is done aggressively

And while people hunger for diversity

They also want to throw away their shot

And search more unto the lines of simplicity

And while comfort may come from that

A seed cannot grow without water

And water comes in the form

Of tsunamis and storms

That will rustle the feathers of birds that want to fly away

And that is when trouble starts

Leading to riots of screeches

And shootings of doves

Who fall to the ground in silence

And isn’t that what we fear most

Going out without a sound

No one caring that we are not around

And with so much going on at once

The sounds of the roaring ocean will cover up

Any words that should have been heard

Fly north they say

Because even though the sting of the cold may hurt

It’s easier then biting a bloody lip through the sting of a bullet

In your chest

Stopping the beating of a warm heart

But

If enough people would leave the comfort of simplicity

And uncover that these acts of violence

Seeing that they should not be a normality

Maybe we can be the generation that brings upon prosperity

To a country

That is among a world of ruins