America Cut You

Where are your missing pieces? The cut inside you boils with rage, The kind I've imagined and feared. There is a trend in your kind, I've seen this self-hate before. Your silence reflects your pain.

America, you've harmed your children, They feel no honor, they require no loyalty, Don't be fooled by their kind voices And charming demeanor. Humanity has left them, It's not their fault; they were cut open.