The Days of Old
I remember a time when,
Things were simple
When kids were kids and technology,
Had not diseased their young minds.
The future of America looked bright,
Then those traitors on bended knee,
Turned their back on old glory.
Shredding the image that we once,
Held dear in our hearts.
Destroying a nation that we can,
Never come back from.
How can we police the world when,
We can not police ourselves at home??
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