Dear America, land of the free
Dear America, home of the brave
Dear America, advocate for freedom of religion
Dear America, house of God given rights and freedoms
Dear America, how does hypocrisy taste?
How does it feel to know that Gen Z
The generation that was supposed to propel us
Into a better era
Will be the generation to bring America to her knees
Will be the generation to destroy your politics
Will be the generation who's finally tired of listening
To people who refuse to listen
Dear America, how does it feel to know that your promise of freedom
Is being ripped from your people's hands
How does it feel to know
Your land and people are dying as each minute passes
Time runs thin and fast as we draw closer to an end
And for your overwhelming Christian following
The entitled conservatives who believe they can keep restraints on us
How does it feel to know the end is coming?
Not by the next coming of the Lord
Not by the Antichrist
But by the hands of your children
By the hands of your children's children
The ones who aren't slaughtered, anyway
Dear America, how does power taste?
How does control feel?
Is it like a fine wine paired with a silk dress?
Is it like a hot bath with a side table of chocolate truffles?
Is it like clothes slick with blood oozing from a gaping wound
The taste of iron overwhelming on your tongue?
Dear America, we are tired
Your youngest generation is exhausted
Your elders are too entitled with unwise "advise" and outdated "knowledge"
Your government is plagued with rats and weeds
Your rich are greedy and filthy
Your poor are starving and hopeless
And whatever you say you're doing to help is only making it worse
The gap is only getting bigger
The problems are only getting more visible
America, land of the free and home of the brave, is crumbling from the inside out
Dear America, how does it feel to know that you have failed?
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Poetry For The Masses
PoezieA collection of poetry and poetic stories written by myself about varying topics, from simple pleasures to fantasy worlds to real problems. Organized in the order of which they're written, these stories make up thoughts and ideas that pass through m...
