The State Of Decay.

by jeffery sechrest   Nov 17, 2008


All he knew was,
a world full of chaos.
Never knowing what its like,
to be at peace.
Every night he falls asleep,
to the deadly lullaby of sirens.
Knowing he could be next,
like his hero.
He tries to be strong,
for those he loves.
Trying to make it in a world,
where the hero tends to fail.
All around him he tends to see,
poverty and anger claim most.
In a nation built on freedom,
now in its state of decay.
Where you could be killed,
for less then twenty bucks.
Where kids leave their homes,
armed with a knife.
Most pray for some biblical event,
to save our lost sheep.
But he only hopes that,
one day this will become.
A nation of peace again.

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