Trumps America
Chocking down sugar
From the hands of a broken system
Slitting my wrist
In a vain existential tryst
Painting skies of rust
Watching as America crumbles to dust
The religious are the worst
The holy are a joke
Poking politicians with a sharpened stick
Rocking the boat
Pouring buckets of water over the faces of the blind
Screaming at the top of my lungs to no avail
America is doomed or so it seems
Only a matter of time
You say I'm a criminal
What's my crime?
Copyright © Skyy Allen | Year Posted 2016
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