People worked hard <br />Day in and out, <br />In America, to make a living <br />With dreams only, <br />To be rich oneday, <br />The ones who are rich, <br />Only a stomachful, <br />Like everyones in the world, <br />One in ten criminals, <br />For getting very rich, <br />Or to take care of <br />Their suppressed hatred, <br />A field of emotions uncontrolled <br />It shone only because <br />Of the businesses <br />It carried out for most <br />Parts of the world, <br />An amercan is unaware <br />Of the peace, tranquility <br />Of the human minds, <br />Elsewhere, only <br />With swollen pride <br />Of cars, sky scrapers <br />Which are of no consequence, <br />In a world where we have <br />To search for happiness, <br />Peace elsewhere, <br />Perhaps in the east of world. <br /> <br />Ravikiran Arakkal<br /><br />RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/america-a-mistaken-no-ation/
