Disgrace - Poem by Alex Blea
America is not looking after herself,
she is using Americans to look out
for someone else. She has lost her dignity,
her strength, her honor, her respect.
She has become a dirt dog. She is the victim
of her bloody rope, she has become in bondage.
Her Americans are discouraged,
disheartened and blind, their value
of worth and merit are hypocritical.
Their morals are smut, America
is with no hope. She distinguished
herself in the flame of disregard,
look out for me and forget about you.
Greed has strangled her, the bureaucrat,
the business man, the weak liberal has sold
her for a dimes worth of bad reputation.
America for sale from the complaint,
the American complainer, that she is
no good to me.
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