#p00
My country tis of thee
Land changed hatred free
Violence for the judged
Silence for the observer
Evil never budges
It changed kindness to brambles
Left my flag in shambles
We could pick up the pieces..
This is an american begging his populace to put an end to this..
We exist as broken as the lives that were stolen..
Too many are dead
We pray in our rooms
No cure no med
Tears upon the pillows of our beds
Ignorance
Arrogance
You've no heart to know
So apart we grow
My country tis of thee..
We are dying in this melting ***
Such horrid heat, lost in thoughts
My country tis of thee..
We grow as we fade
I am not the only me
You stole yourself now we cannot be free
I beg you
Wake up
Hatred shut up
America grow up
This is not what veterans fought for..
Shame on you
Love a blue hue
Task of a saint
Heart of blue paint
People have tried but hearts have turned faint..
Sep 28, 2020
Sep 28, 2020 at 7:51 AM UTC