James Rogers Poems

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1.
'Friends'

I see you laying there in my bed
The fact we're just friends makes me wish I was dead
Telling me I'm like a brother
What a great way to make me suffer
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3.
America

At war with itself
Manufacturer of hate and greed
Embarrassingly ignorant to the outside world
Ruthlessly preaching hate
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