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Author: Muted Dragon
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - General/Poetry - Reviews: 3 - Published: 02-21-06 - Updated: 02-21-06 - Complete - id:2117534

America
America no longer holds its promise of happiness for me,
I have seen its true colors.
The homeless that take shelter under bridges,
The crimes committed everyday,
The explosions of bullets every night,
The tagging of territory to claim one as the best,
Competition every day for anything, money, land, even other peoples' lives,
How can American be a beacon of hope, freedom and liberty
When all major cities of this nation suffer this?
America no longer promises anything to me,
Only pain, suffering and terror,
Citizens no longer respect the nation,
Those from other lands wish this nation to Hell,
America is everyone's enemy and nightmare,
Aren't you "Proud to be an American"?



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