America's Ache

America's Ache

A Poem by Shadow's Light

 

When the sunset goes down up ahead
And when the moon rises up from the dead
The townspeople flee
The killing spree
You see what you’re doing here
This is why you get no cheer
The lives of those lost
Have you paid the cost
How far will you go
For the sake of the show
The ratings aren’t high
But it sure makes people cry
You can’t admit a mistake
This is the reason for America’s ache

© 2008 Shadow's Light


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Added on February 27, 2008
Last Updated on March 23, 2008