Third World
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Third World
The mouse is no longer, happy.
Everything is dirty.
There is disease.
The trash cans are full, overflowing…
and the needs…are not met.
Drugs, darkness, and death,
have come to the golden state.
Removing forever its shine.
Needles, and Ugly have married.
No one attended the wedding,
as Citizens were not invited.
They were only made to pay.
The Politicians partied,
They sang, they still dance.
Stepping enthusiastically,
upon our graves...
or those belonging,
to our children.
If they are allowed to live?
Save me cities, that don’t belong here.
Flawed and fallen.
Their people, unsafe.
The children cry.
Murderers, dealers, agendas unveiled,
“Some people did something”,
and let others out of jail.
Take back our country.
Stand tall with pride.
We are the worthless,
But paid for by the
Priceless.
”In God We Trust”
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2019
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