The colour of a heart

The color of a heart is a mundane thing.

Red. Green. Yellow. Blue.

Black however. Is bad for you.

Black with hate is just no good.

Cause next thing you know. Things will go downhill.

Down one. Down two. Next me. Then you.

Heart of hate how do you do?

I have a couple questions for you?

Are you satisfied for what you did?

Are you proud of all the orphaned kids?

What on Earth did they do to you?

You with the black heart, who was up to no good.

This poem is about: 
My country

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