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A Tale of Resentment

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.:Ode to the Modern Nation:.

America rested his head in his hands. He could feel it my bones, they were killing him. The beliefs that he founded on, the things his people had died for, the war cry when he had first raised his flag, all the things that made him great. All of them were being massacred by his government, and his own people...they just let it happen! They turned a blind eye while their nation crumbled at their feet.

Didn't they know?

No.

They never did see the torment they caused for the embodiment.

No common Joe assisted him when he was only a colony; torn on whether or not to turn away England's hand. Not there to hear his pained cries when he was splitting apart in the civil war. Never there to patch up his wounds from enemy attacks or hold him when gunfire ricocheted around in his head in the many wars that followed.

No.

Civilians never witnessed these times, at least knowing it was their nation. It was always great leaders who stood beside him, but now they only neglect him.

They cast aside his weary eyes and heavy shoulders.

They ignore his violent coughs as his people are bombarded with the disease that they contaminate the air with.

Shun his pleas as they restrict his people, trying to take away their protection and arming their enemies.

Side step his utter outrage of their tampering with the foundations that men, more honest and wise then they could ever be, set up in order for him to stay the great nation he is...or was.

The United States of America is ill.

He knows it, even if the government officials hide him away. But he has hope, that his people will open their blind eyes, unplug their deaf ears, join hands and cry with one voice and say, "WE THE PEOPLE OF THE UNITED STATES!"

Then and only then, will America, the one who has seen it all. The one with scars littered about his body and stories to tell, rise from his bed and kick down the door that hides him, lean from the balcony and sing with his people his national anthem.

Only then will he spread his golden wings and soar high above the rest once more.

For he is the land and we are his people.

A/N: short update is short. :/

This is a very serious update and I really want you all to consider what I said.

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