Heaven doesn’t have poison flowing though it’s veins
Heaven doesn’t have poverty
It doesn’t have carpet stains from people scared
scarred with broken hearts
Broken hearts that lead to poison
Broken homes that lead to poison
Broken government that leads to poison
Broken economy that leads to poison
Weak people that are poison
That become poison from blaming
From believing they have it worst
From believing things will never change
From giving up like many others in their state
Their state that everyone sings is great
And maybe it once was
But the wonderful has been lost or broken by time
But wild still stands
Much less stands but runs rampant
Everyone chants about their pride in this place
But so many choose to ignore it’s state
Like a dying flower drowned in water
It’s dead but you keep using tactics you know won’t work
You know it’s gone and yet you oblivious fool carry on drowning and drowning until it’s brown
Shriveled
Visibly dead