Torn up roads.
Set a mountain on fire
Poisoned fields and waters.
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray because
my soul weeps.
Mislead America’s *heart land.
My heart. My heart.
Sits on the side of a road
Sign in hand.
Our better angels
cry
Listen.
Patri-Rot homegrown.
You gave them something to entertain them.
Distracted us all
From the destruction
Of our own.
Words Hurt 