The nation, built on the tears of those native.
Built by the slaves of other nations.
The great kings to make changes, shot down like false prophets.
Freedom, a word used to those who are blind from seeing.
Left, right, we march for war, to keep the rich rich and the poor poor.
We are no different from the ones we kill.
One nation, under government.
Wow Gary this is terrific.I love the first line.A very real poem.Well done to you a definite ten
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
, , , great write gary, , , well done, ,