Political Crisis

Odd poem, still working on it.

We are supposedly a drug free nation,
Promoting peace through discrimination.
We spread love by dropping bombs,
While kids lose their dads and their moms.
How many have to die before we're scarred?
We should just love even though it's hard.
We're losing everything we have and it's going fast.
We're erasing the things we thought would always last.
Soon, we'll have nothing except our bare skin,
And it'll be too late to lift up our chins.