America 2013
I fought for my country as was my right,
looked down the barrel with enemy in sight
sailed across the ocean to foreign lands,
landed on beaches with pure white sands
now I come home to discontent and hate,
as the government tries my guns to take
the taxes they take and leave but little,
like a wood carver as he starts to whittle
complain of global warming all in their mind,
weather changes but little they will find
no longer the land of the free and brave,
just the place where they dig your grave.
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