Little King of Sorrows
United states of our Disgrace.
Batons of injustice bruise our face.
U.S. citizens blind sided by mace.
Tyranny absorbs our sovereign race.
Since 9-11, I can't replace,
the will in me to run this race.
It's time to present the people's case.
Our selfish leaders we must replace.
The smell of evil in every rank.
They leave us stones to fight a tank.
The edge we are, we walk the plank,
my country I loved is now a skank.
I wish this truth just wasn't so.
But the American way I no longer know.
U.S.A will fade away.
In God some of us still Trust.
© 2013 L.K.Sorrows
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