The Home of the Free and the Brave

horns honk, sirens ring, not a sign of approbation shown.
the single credo that a beep of a horn will keep traffic going; preposterous!
This is a place where people travel from far and wide for.
This is a place, beloved by visitors; laudable by many,
yet filled with indigence, pain anger.
Every little act of benighted mischief causing risible crime.
This is a place where life is at it's fullest.
This is a place where the weak are eschewed,
where you are nothing but a number,
known by no one.
This is a place where government money is a plenty yet,
this is a place where citizens live on the streets,
from the bourgeois and impoverished life that was handed to them.
Never seeing how life is out of this country
This is a place where lives begin a plenty,
but could end,
Just
like
that.