This is the newest piece of poetry I've written. It's kind of short as is, and might expand into a larger piece, but I kind of like the current length.
It's called All Heaven Broke Loose.
"All Heaven Broke loose
America has been fitted with a noose.
The masses sing hymns to the wicked and rich
the ones who bought our rights with a great sales pitch.
The noose America wears is tailor made
It was made in China, your tax dollars will make sure they get paid.
There is no Constitution or freedom, but don't panic or fright
We now follow business by-laws to tell us what is right.
Nobody paid much attention when America hung herself
She left behind a world in turmoil, struggling for wealth.
People still sleep in her streets, and carry on with their days.
America may still look alive, but is dead in many ways.
No one came to the funeral, not a friend in sight
No one gave last respects or talked about her former might.
The founding fathers were all spinning in their graves,
What happened to America the former home of the brave.
The funeral is not for America
So my friends don't fret or cry.
This requiem is for the death of the individual
The end of you and I."
- William Covert
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