POEM... BY.BRITTANY CRABBE

America the Great

Oh what a shame it brings
Bloody red next thing POP that gun shot rings
The sweet, sweet smell of freedom,
Yeah you can call this a KINGDOM.
America the great you say,
Not around my way.
Bitter taste of this suicidal life,
Burning pain form that knife.
The silent songs that death sings,
Oh what a shame it brings.