• In some family’s life,
    It’s full of such strife.
    The point of wishing,
    The pain of missing.
    They have such despair,
    As they gasp for air.
    They need liberation,
    From the desolation,
    Of the nation it’s here.
    Here that we’re so rich,
    We’ve the right to pitch,
    Any idea anywhere, anytime,
    Anything without reason or rhyme.
    Yet so many cannot even breathe,
    They have no leave.
    Innocent children,
    They don’t think twice to kill them.
    And where is here?
    America. “Land Of The Free”