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,