His Condition

a/n: Back with a Hetalia fanfiction based on some of the bad times in history, poem form. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the words.

P o e m 1: [ america ]

I sit and look out by the window side;

I wonder just how lovely the day could be

if it weren't raining tears right now;

I hear the people screaming,

They're complaining;

They do not complain to me,

But my boss does;

I'm suddenly lost in this cold forbidden world,

So help me dear God that I curse myself a million times;

I was there,

I'm old enough to know the term war;

No one has to cover my ears to hear it,

Because I know I am the cause of it;

Oh Statue of Liberty how lovely is your soul,

Until the darkness has tainted you face;

Tainted with black paint of sorrows and depression,

And a hint of crime and crude beings;

I wish I could save you,

I really do;

Yet sadly, I am in no position to,

For I too am sick of the black disease;

The disease that never goes away,

Because it lies in my nightmares

And erupts when I am awake;

Oh dear country,

How I love you so;

Though you may not hear me,

I am crying too;

Because of your burnt money,

Your people in that country;

Fighting for your freedom,

Which you think no longer exists;

Yet you do not understand that laws are essential,

Because you must have them to keep order;

Yet you do not wish to obey,

While you toy and toil with everything in your path;

Then begin to blame others along your way,

When they really do not deserve it;

Do you know why I wonder,

I begin to ponder this now;

Do I have the right to be angry

Frustrated

Mad

With malignant fantasies of death;

I see it everyday my country,

Once so rich and beautiful;

Now you are all killing each other,

Like animals of cannibalistic nature;

Do you not understand,

The pain and the suffering of watching everything happen;

And to watch people get their lives taken away,

Their innocence as well;

Do not answer,

Because in reality you do not see it;

You are all too busy taking technology to your advantage,

While other suffer right in front of your faces;

Welcome to the great depression,

Have a nice day.

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