They Dream! ! ! ! Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

The currency is the best,
And it will not collapse,
Even with the huge debt,
Their stocks are great,
Get ballooned with life,
Saving air mixed with vapors,
Of Tears from the unknown,
They have the dreams,
And soiled the terrains,
The manipulators of desires,
Let them fly high,
With no hard landing,
On the glass splinters,
Of evil effect, obtained,
Through spraying,
Orange flavor,
Buried mines,
Burning of oil fields,
And the hearts,
Let them fly High,
Because they are Americans..