My Patriotic Heart Bleeds

My country has murdered my patriotic heart

Simple minded populus just don't understand.

They'll stop at nothing to gain wealth and power

Killing the very people that make their left hand.

Building a nation upon Christian daydreams, 

Macabre deeds derived from the core of evil

Hypothetically speaking of harmonial freedom;

Freedom is not free, merely a credit of good wil

What will you do? How did you decide?

My country has murdered my patriotic heart.

I hail not from this place, I am simply another face

Representing an example of Jehovah's grace

Human, flesh and bone, a figment of life

Independantly strong, for I stand solo at the gate

I rebuke anyone else who tries to control my fate.

My country has murdered my patriotic heart

When I noticed I was not like them.

Where so much funding goes lost, 

Amibition is wasted with people working the system

The nation allows it, at the taxpayer's cost.

Where black on black crime goes unresolved

Because it gives more power to the powerful,

While the underinsured get no help- population control

"Let less of you poor folk, live to grow old."

My patriotic heart has bleed to death when

I realized that our freedom is an act of mockery.

Two hands stuck in the mud, is our society.

The overall state of our country sees

That my patriotic heart never fails to bleed.

Kahala Lei

Blood Money Poets

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