Repeating history

Rising and falling

History on repeat 

Bombs and endless wars

We all must always compete

Fighting to the death

Living to the brink

Fathers holding guns

Mothers burying sons

Daughters focusing on looking good to earn that special ring

Bloody knives

Presidential lies

America, the Great

America, the Free

America has taken hold of me

America, for the wounded and for the history on repeat 

 

This poem is about: 
My country

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