There is no flag big enough to hide the shame of America.
The drug abuse and murders, the gangs and thugs,
What world is this, where murderers and rapists can go free?
Are we not abusing this power?
The power of freedom, isn't free.
You pay with your fellow man,
and that is just sick. Live in peace.
Or don't live at all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A poem with understandable emotion. But have you asked yourself, is there no drug abuse, murder or rape in other countries? More importantly, isn't there still beauty in America as long as one such as you recognizes injustices occur and that there is a need to address them? Thanks for writing.