Forbidden Truth

United as one? 

More like broken into fifty little slices.

The United States is forever done 

if violence continues as a crisis.

Women aren't given chances to suceed, 

the glass ceiling is far from being freed. 

The elite have exceeded class, 

the poor and middle struggled. 

Earth is warming up the mass; 

the authority keep information smuggled. 

This poem is about: 
My country
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