America

By Dragonfly

Oh god, if you can see me now.
The prices are up.
While the profits are down.
We pay the price.

You read between the golden lines.
Something is yours something is mine.
What can i hide behind.
As your stalking me down.
Round and round.

Blown up; we do again, again.
Innocent people losing their heads.
No big deal, seems so nice.
But not when your the ones being used as sacrifice.

Believe or not believe this is our test.
Sorting us out from the worst to the best.
We all will fail.
We are all so frail.

I give up it is just to much.
Being behind a country of stern gripping touch.
I understand if you whisper "fuck"
For we all share this terrible luck
 

I miss him he's been gone for years.
Fighting a war of the rich peoples fears.
Think about it it grind my gears.

Pitch black is how it all will end.
People burning up there own loved kin.
Many will die, few will live.
At the end of the day,
This is the price we pay.


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Copyright 2011 purpleydinos
Published on Monday, November 7, 2011.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • dwells On Wednesday, November 9, 2011, dwells (4177)By person wrote:

    A bleak view with some on-target insights, but then some things never change very much through the years.

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