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An American Tragedy: A Poem

Jun 8, 2015 by noobsmoke13
imageWe live in a first world country, the place of dreams,
But we are all about ready to bursting at our seams,
I don't know about you but I know about me,
We're living in an American tragedy.

There is a man at a street corner aged about fifty years old,
He lives on the street corner when its dark and when its cold,
He fought a war just so that you could be free,
But now he's another one of the homeless living in our country.

He still remembers the day he finally got to come home,
But people treated him like his service in the army was a joke,
You see, this man fought in the war of Vietnam,
People didn't care that he dodged bullets and faced bombs.

People in America never really wanted this war,
They'd rather stay out with nothing to fight for,
So they blamed this man because he was on the battlefield,
All the hatred he faced and still he has never healed.

And now the people up in government gives him no aid,
The war was fought because of a choice that they made,
He wishes there was a way to get him back on his feet.
But for now the system has him stuck on the streets.

We live in a first world country, the place of dreams,
But we are all about ready to bursting at our seams,
I don't know about you but I know about me,
We're living in an American tragedy.

There is a boy bound in black clothes and kept together by headphones,
He grew up in a house you can call your average American broken home,
His teenage years were built upon nothing but drugs and pills,
If his terrible life won't kill him then what will?

He keeps a pistol hidden under his bed away from his parents' view,
Even if they knew it was there what could they possibly do?
His dad was too busy living in the bottom of a can of beer,
And his mother was overcome by the same old domestic fears.

People try to label him and pin him to their boards,
The school system trying to put him in a mental ward,
His getting so angry and he's about to just explode,
He gets the gun from under his pillow and unloads.

Now America watches the tragedy unfold on the news,
A big funeral and the entire country singing the blues,
But those politicians use him as an excuse for gun control,
Like somehow it was only the gun that took its toll.

So there's two stories with a little truth hidden deep within,
One of sorrow and another filled with unnecessary sin,
Two people who just wanted to be free,
Trapped in our American tragedy.

#rookies  #fasting #poem #america

Comments

No hate,
But you posted this on the most anti-poetic website ever.
Sent by Kaseyhope101,Jun 8, 2015
yeah i hate america so i plussed
Sent by rowan22,Jun 8, 2015
kaseyhope101 I don't really mind.
rowan22 lol
Sent by noobsmoke13,Jun 8, 2015
Keep up the amazing writing! This is great!
Sent by pleaseletmestay,Jun 8, 2015
pleaseletmestay Thanks!
Sent by noobsmoke13,Jun 8, 2015
Get a country singer to sing this and you will be rich :p
Nice job thoe
Sent by Rawrimadino,Jun 9, 2015
Rawrimadino Thanks
Sent by noobsmoke13,Jun 9, 2015

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