I watch the world around me
sink so low and i see the people
around me fall with it, Am i the only
one who sees the end coming fast
when the skies fall and the only thing
left are shadows cast by memories
that remind of us of who we used to be
in the past and as our cities fall
we seem so relaxed because none
of this will ever come to pass
but not to worry because
Were america, And thats a killing name
We dont hate or discriminate
life is just a killing field with nothing left
we throw away our disposable past
and watch the world fall apart like a
cigarette ash
And now with the skies so dark
we see our shadows no more
but like a pebble in the pond
these ripples go farther than we know
the winds carry us through and through
the nights dont slow and the days are forever
for these disease we have become
but not to worry because
We dont hate or discriminate
life is just a killing field with nothing left
we throw away our disposable past
and watch the world fall apart like a
cigarette ash
The End
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem about America. We try and not look back.