No More Cries

Guns, death, anger at race
Too many times have tears rolled a face
To cry is to express pain and distress
America seems to be in that state of mess
Hear a family broken by violence
It's louder than the whines of the red-blue ambulance
For what, what gain comes from the pain of a mother?
I cannot stand and watch another
Together we must change and go against the tide
No more guns, no more anger, no more cries
To solve this up on the hill, we need control
Or else the tears will continue to roll.

This poem is about: 
My country


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