We watch the news today just to see 

Hate crimes, tragedies, natural disasters

Few cute story's are mentioned

Few happy endings are told

It is filled with blood and unhappiness

Our country is great

And stong

But terrible things happen everyday

A man shoots his father on the internet

Whispers of new wars to start

It makes me wonder how other countries are.

Countries with no freedom

With nothing to help them.

If we are still free and good

yet apalling things still happen 

how do they survive?

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world


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