It Dies, We Die This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   God bless America,

Land of the free.

Where fortune is common,

And cold heartedness be,

We have more than most,

But we care less than all.

How can we turn,

And not answer the call?

It dies as we watch,

In our cities of fumes.

If we don't wake up fast,

We'll watch from our tombs.




This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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