Your rotten core,
Built of blood and tears,
And a veneer of good intentions.
You came up from nothing,
A bunch of religious runways,
Yet now you scorn the other runaways.
Your blood is boiling,
Polluted with plastic and grease
Your heart is breaking,
Smashed to bits by rioters waving flags.
Your throat is tightening,
Knelt on by your own people.
Your skin is peeling,
From the sunburn of progress.
Your cancer is growing,
Fed by the flesh of
Your Miss America Models are crying
Because they're starving
For the love they can't give themselves.
Is this what you wanted?
I think you need to sit back.
Let your body heal itself
From these self inflicted wounds.
America, you are more than this.
America, don't drown in this.
If you want us to heal,
You need to start with yourself.