I saw an airplane,
but it didn’t touch the sky.
Nor was it on the ground.
Perhaps a lie?
It evoked vivid emotion.
And rid the citizen of an ill hearted try.
It crosses my mind,
And explains the notion of peace.
But there is rustling within the mind
A demand for better.
As society calls.
A grind.
These will not merge.
True peace,
Or following the American dream by the letter.
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Author:
Markthetabor (
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