Were living in a volcanic eruption of corruption.
Were a lawyer is willing to defend somebody
Who would send somebody
To the end ... of some body's life
And instead of giving justice
They would rather just ice their arm
because it's sore after opening their pure gold car door
And rather than feed a starving family of four
they would rather pay for
a conveyor belt to be on their floor.
But nobody gives a shlt
and that's not because of constipation
or because the person who made us his creation
has stopped caring about our nation
it's because we are so fixated on dramatization.
Though i do have a solution.
But I mean.
A solar eclipse is coming in 2 years and I really don't want to miss that.
I'm 16 and this is the first poem I've written that I put some sort of thought into.