My United States Of America Poem by Michael Romero

My United States Of America



Some people will remember
the good things in life,
while others, like me,
hold on to the toil and strife.
With our poverty-stricken
and cancerous friends
and all the chills this
war sends,
what a hateful, mysterious world –
I say:
Who’d want to be alive
today?

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Michael Romero

Michael Romero

Redwood City, CA
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