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Amerika gotta eat too, again
They throw away leftovers
And tell the homeless
Good luck finding it
What a lethal twist
To such a bittersweet country
Money hungry
And so thirsty
They'll bottle tap water
And sell it to you
Amerika screw you for contributing to my breakdown...
Hammering my bare fists like gavels that hand laws down
Sounds of thunder wake me
From the cold floor of reality...
Before you step over me
At least speak...
I dig down deep and hold onto my pride
Trying not to cry...
But it's hurting me inside
(c)2019 Eric Saunders
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