This World Now

Sat, 06/30/2018 - 19:03 --

I see the world in discoloration

I see a hurt and dying nation

Tears as another dies too young

You shoot us off and call it love.

Where is the end to this pain

When will they see this is not a game

Hear our voices crying out 

Our resistances creates a deafening sound.

This poem is about: 
My country


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