Uncle Sam.
My, have you aged.
Land of the free.
A cold barbed cage.
Home of the brave.
An early grave.
Love thy neighbor.
But you cannot stay.
Forcing our women into labour.
All you can do is pray.
Where lies our humanity.
Torn apart.
Why all this barbarity.
Let the men talk, sweetheart.
"I want you" he said.
I don't think you do.
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Author:
HerTime (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Sad but so true he has not aged well. A political poem with teeth that have grown sharper and not fallen out. A strong write with a bite. and a fave
Your comment means a lot to me. Very nice of you to say. My first ever writing of this kind and I’m quite fond of it!
You are most welcome it is my pleasure
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