Funk America

Funk America
Funk Detroit
Funk America
Whats the point

Funk everywhere
They're making cars
Drain the world
To see the stars

See the planet
Wreath in pain
See the rich
Lose their brains

See the greed
Feed the bland
Rape the women
That's a plan?

Funk America
Funk the fools
Who chose to let industry
Make all the rules

poem by Talile Ali
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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