my country is made up of flaws,
overwhelmingly overbearing laws
that stick their hands deep within,
unhindered by the outside skin
and take a hold of the heart
that once beat strongly, now torn apart.
my country is made up of people,
an overwhelmingly overbearing steeple
of unmatched strength and support
that holds fast, not willing to abort
and give up on the country of flaws.
my country is made up of flaws,
but my country is also made up of people that draw applause
from other flawed countries of people.
