Frustration At the Nation
Theres a feeling im finding hard to describe,
a pushing and pulling not unlike the tide,
A temper raises and boils inside,
thaughts im finding more harder to hide.
My homelands allways been at war,
making others obey its law.
Breading resentment at every turn,
by its own mistakes it will not learn.
Installing violence to gain more power,
a military boot crushing a flower.
passed through generations until now me,
blinded by rage un able to see.
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