Look I try but I can’t feel any more
Ten is less than seventeen
Body count I mean
Am I unfeeling when I read other news
Or browse for a new pair of shoes
America is great
And there’s profit to be made
I have this breath
And if I’m lucky, maybe the next
My worries, my fears
Who will take care of me
When I fall?
Stand tall or die one death
There’s no space for your cries and pleas
This half dead half alive state
Suspended between the what ifs of disaster
Drowning in news some call fake
It doesn’t matter anymore
We are just browsing
Keep you weapons
And shoot the kids
Why should we care?
America’s great and
There’s profit to be made

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