From Satan To the Usa
From Satan to the USA
Dear United States
You’ll soon be at Hells Gates.
I laugh as you cry.
You keep saying why?
The answers are in that Book, you don’t read.
I taught you that there is no need.
That’s okay I’m as crafty as they come,
First, I made you numb.
That was easy you see,
Once you invented the TV.
Oh, yea, that was smart.
You have become only couch art.
You could enjoy the outdoors the other Guy created,
Instead, I’ll fill your head with nonsense until your cremated.
You think athletes disrespect your country.
Why pay them so much to feel so crummy?
My battles are small, and I am patient.
This problem you now see is ancient.
It is not the rioters, or her, or him.
They are just doing what your schools taught them.
You could be more involved in your kid’s education,
But you are too busy for this action.
You had only one chance to field this with your glove.
For that, read the third stanza above.
I have been destroying the strongest Christian nation,
I started the day of its creation.
July 4, 1776.
Now you hate her, so you throw bricks.
Little by little, it is me dividing you.
Don’t love one another, just live without a clue.
Copyright © Robert Moore June 2020
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