The broken Gift

We had such promise.
We had so much hope.
But we also came bringing death.

We came wearing our Nationality
on our faces, on our clothes.
We wanted a better life.

Ranting patriots desiring a country of
equality, of value.
They prepare the Soil for the seed,
The seed of liberty.

We caress this seed by the bloodshed
of our wars and the injustice of
what the seed was planted for.
Over time the seed grows,
but an unexpected growth has occurred.

The sapling that has grown is
not what it seems.

The sapling you see before you
appears beautiful and virtuous but has
bore mutilated fruit.

Greed.Lust.
Wrath.Pride.
Sloth.Gluttony.
Envey.

Can you taste it?
Do you notice how sweet it tastes. How
it trickles down your throat.How fuzzy
it makes you feel inside?
How it never quite fills you up..

The everlasting lust of consumption
can't be quenched yet everyday we try to
do so.

We have Mutilated her purpose.
We have decimated her hope.
We have twisted the foundations on which
she was built on.
We have destroyed her,
We have destroyed America.