Mommy,mommy,mommy …I can hear the great desperation in each last breath taken as the tiny finger tips lose grip and lifelessness takes over …
I’m dying,bleeding out slowly,shot like the friend that lays next to me,
beat alongside my neighbor …
I’m dying,broken beyond repair…
Bring in the surgeon…
Sound an alarm.
AlI I see is blood.
My child is gone … murdered .
My neighbors are dying in their tent they call home, on the streets they sleep …not like before .
No one knows how to save me.
Arguing.
It’s too late.
Power battles,tugging left and tugging right , it’s all about the fight .
No one wins.
Grave after grave is all that’s left.
We couldn’t get along .
Sickness, depression, oppression, recession…
I can’t breath,I can’t breath.
I am dead .
I am America .
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