Hand for still

In court for reasons obscure, the Lord to know your thoughts speak to the person you where coughing whilst crawling

The sirens screem to us the police silent treatment for fools to teach you cryied why just couldn't you smile because...

You truly are a work of art you wonder why you've been incriminated for crimes undermine you should have been silent

The hate of us cuddling for attention I wish I just smiled and said I'm innocent indeed they made you look like a fool cry I just didn't care.

This poem is about: 
My family
My country


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