The American Dream
Sometimes I cry,
Remembering America when it was a baby,
It had so much aptitude and hope,
Like Lucifer we have fallen from the heavens,
The America dream was a haven,
Now tarnished it becomes a nightmare,
Lingering in the darkness
Sometimes I cry,
Thinking of this inane war,
Knowing that it will devour us all,
We have become acrimonious,
Butchering ourselves in the process
I cannot enjoy the warm spirit of the sun,
Foreboding that one day the sky will be covered in obscurity,
By the ashes of our soul,
Sometimes I cry,
Knowing the American dream is gone,
Once a baby now a man transformed into the devil’s apprentice,
Copyright © Jamecia Buggs | Year Posted 2010
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