America [A Poem]

[Underground_Network]

America

Patriotic paradise,
Land of the dead
Home of the unseen,
Lets bleed till we bleed
All that we can bleed.

Because all that I see
Are red, white, and blue
Bloodstains,
Dried paint,
Bruises on my arms and legs.

This place, I hate
Surrounds me and
Encloses me in
A sealed-off box
Refusing to let me breath.

The air, not sanitized
Unclean, unfit for
The average person,
But I guess I'm not average,
I guess no one is average.

In this place,
We falter
With every step,
Our bloodstains
Our dried paint
Our bruises.

They follow us
Everywhere we go
And every day
We look up to the sky
And see fifty stars...

All white, illuminating
The inner body,
But not shining bright
Enough to give hope
To those who need it most.

This place, I hate it so,
But this place,
It is my home.
This red, this white
This blue (and those fifty stars).

[japanman]

XD this is almost how i feel about the us i dont like it that much but it is my home.

all in all this poem kicked ass :D keep it up ^_^