Lady USA
I shouted of tortures
I revealed your nature
You talked back as Jesus
I wanted your finger
Undressed you linger
Nothing on, full naked
The papers in thousands
That's trick; you the bitch
I knew pentagon
Rabid Wolves; Washington
Luncheon of blood in White House
The homeless; displaced
Hate and bombs, also rage
Faiths' killing in excess
They have roots
In your palm
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Understandably, these are the shouts of protest of a wounded soul. Right from the depth of your heart, this is indeed a great poem.