reverse

a perfect world

full of love

full of life

all above

there is no violence

there is no pain

it makes no sense

does it?

 

reverse

turn it upside down

that is how we live

murdering one another

because it's fun

a country once built on freedom

now falls apart

as outside influences

ruin our peace

we have no peace

"land of the free, home of the brave"

we are land of the politically correct

and home of cowardice

many people die

to protect us

yet we remain ungreatful

and cry on our spilled milk

our country is the reverse

opposite of its purpose

land of the free

home of the brave

land of ignorance

and home of the cowardice

This poem is about: 
My country

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