Us
My country you have lost your integrity,
My heroes you have lost your will,
How can we regain our black and white,
When we have let so much red spill.
The people, they cry more sparingly,
For they always need tears to spare,
The people, they speak more daringly,
But there are less of those who care.
The cries for help turn into threats,
There is kinsmanship no more,
Humanity no longer human,
When we choose the game of war.
👁 3💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.