Welcome to America.
Mystery Babylon...a nation created by all races but governed by racists.
A nation where black men can get gunned down and yet still get blamed..in tombs is where there bodies remain. A nation where Popping pills takes a way the pain, established by the white men we (black men) are to blame..we kill, destroy and repeat but you started this game. A nation created for opportunity and peace now families are getting ripped apart all because of greed..we forget this nation was made by immigrants and still we pass laws to keep them out. I pray to god (Allah) who so ever you please here me out..I don’t want to be next..I don’t want to see kids getting caged up like wild animals while there parents get locked up as if there criminals. 3rd world countries we ruin...I guess karma is a bitch.
America we are ruined.
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.