Broken men lie on cracked streets under gray skies Suffering through turmoil and distress A tragedy this is, yet so many pray for bliss Never giving up hope in a world of death Devout Christians out to save gods’ little children Not seeing the demons lurking beneath each blue eye Darkness craving weakness to take over happiness But the good always remains, planning ways to fight Mothers cry out in agony as their sons fight someone else’s battles And mothers weep as their babies are brought home in caskets Oh what fortune lies in citizens of our proud nation Death to a civilization that wishes death on others So many people say they wish they could live in America Clueless to where they end up… In this city of exile, this country of ignorance This home of the brave and the land of the proud
NICE. I liked it. Different style of writting but i like it. It seems familiar some how but i can't think to what. Comapring America to a city of exile. BRILLIANT and this part ROCKs it is just great and so true. Keep it up.