Wednesday, February 12, 2003

To This Nation
We have given our lives for crime.
Thine the glory, thine the praise
Entangled in these forceful ways,
All that’s left is precious time, precious time.

As we march into the war
Disregarding those outside,
having no one to confide
All is ours, give us more, give us more.

From our national tendencies,
Our banking and our buying,
Our international lying,
Our nation, bored of trustees

This problem we will prolong,
Only change can create light
Without change we will fight
To protect our national song.
Land of the Free or Land of the wrong?

This poem was written by me, Adam.

posted by Adam @ 9:31 PM Comments: 0