Fumingly, Furious!

So tired of violence, Dishonor, and Lies! My very own Country I do not recognize! Such Evil, Criminal upheaval Loss of Life, Open borders Drugs, Human Beings Sacrificed, Money, for blood. A country, Run by Liars With no morals No pride, Just there for, The ' Good Time, ' ride, Have taken hold As downwards We glide, Stupid and Sold. They say, When this happens Nothing can save Us, Not even the Devil's Putrefied, gold, Shame on this Country And shame on us Too, For having gotten To a point Where the fires From Hell were Allowed to come in And even, Sometimes, Shamefully Cheered along, Too! Truth where Truth Is due!