Poem -

First World Problems

Conspiracy, Lies, Treacherous behavior's

All Coming From a Great Nation

 Freedom, Thats what they call it anyway

Rights, Laws all forced upon

A World that can't stop growing

A Lie that can't stop spreading

As fast as a disease 

With no cure

Ashamed at what love is 

It ignores the opportunity 

A Life that does not end

A Story Never finished 

A problem never solved

But to live in a great nation is to die unresolved

of an issue with a nation

as the world slowly dies 

Our government sits on riches

and lies and guilt

of the Treason of a nation so great

We follow them not because we have to 

it is because we are forced to 

what? Guinea pigs of an experimental Nation

We are given signs, those who choose to 

see have the advantage of living

So as a world we suffer, not much but enough

WE are ruled not by presidency but

by the rules itself 

Our rights Our Freedom

are nothing more than laws and Treason

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BLOSSOM

Really liked this write Raelina, it had great momentum in its structure and some lovely lines

A World that can't stop growing

A Lie that can't stop spreading

As fast as a disease 

With no cure

Much enjoyed.  A vote from me :)

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Raelina Powers

I appreciate the comment :) as an amaetuer writer it means alot this is not my favorite but i get my ideas from writing down my thoughts, opinions, and feelings :)

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