The Ununited States of America

Freedom, democracy, civil rights, and genocide. 

No matter what the war is fought for there is always a winning and losing side.

War is a constant. It has never changed.

But now to U.S. it is just a game.

Speak softly and carry a big stick. The stick we carry is now split.

Since when has it became patriotic to burn our flag and throw a fit.

Spit at our soldiers and complain about their "privileges"

We should look at ourselves and define what privilege really is.

A privilege is returning home every night and being able to see your kids.

To be able to complain about congress, health care, and foreign policy.

To let refugees in without knowing our own identity.

To belittle intelligence and praise idiocracy. 

To stomp on the nation's flag on the ground where the soil is made up the bodies who defended this country.

Welcome to the Divided States of America. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
My country

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