Amerika

*creative writing class poem,  The Rammstein song with the same name is where I got the title idea.  About how sad things can be at times, not just in America, but really anywhere.*

 

The twisted world we live in is a sham.

The liars warp us to fit their scams.

All around us, is hatred and despair.

People go on with their lives without care,

The weak, preyed on ev’ry day of the week.

It’s said the good die young while evil grows.

Why they live fast to die, God only knows.

The image of the good fades over time,

While evil keeps its reigns tight with its crimes.

The heroes are cons who deceive and lie.

While true ones go unknown until they die.

Born in an era where villains live on,

With dimming hopes for our daughters and sons.

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