AMERICA'S DEATH
The culture of death has made us weak.
Like the death of the sick and meek.
Death to the unborn, by failing to make life a right.
Making us have little fight or fighters for times of fight.
Death to history by failing to teach it with respect and love and right.
Making us learn that we are less than others we fight.
Death to the needs of the citizens, by failing to make them a priority and protect them.
Leaving us weak and alone in the night.
Death to justice, by failing to give a path to justice.
Giving us no means to feel right.
Death to dreams, by not allowing citizens rights to jobs and education as a matter of rights.
Making us live outside in the cold of night.
America died by abortion and alcohol and other substances and issues.
Leaving no one alive that can carry on our plight.
Money was more important than morals.
So we cry with all of our sorrows, all through the night.
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