Third World Country
Burnt bridges,
Ruined roads,
Broken homes,
Starving children,
Desperate men and women,
Struggling to survive,
Kids screaming and crying,
Pain and agony are not strangers,
Food and shelter are a blessing,
Death on every corner,
Mothers weeping for there departed children and
husbands,
Broken spirits,
Bleeding hearts,
Tainted rivers of tears,
The flag stands tall,
But no one bothers to watch it wave,
No one is proud,
No one is supporting the decisions their trusted
leader made,
War has yet again destroyed a great nation,
Never again will there be comfort when the people
look up and see,
That flag, that statue which once meant
Welcome to the good old USA.
Poem by by Gabriel Barrio Gabeluvsmim@aol.com