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Here's chapter eight! Sorry about the lame chapter seven.

~Shatter.

Chapter Eight.

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Free As A Bird

American Revolution
By: America

Sometimes when I look into the sky,
And see the clouds, way up high,
I feel as if I could fly,
And I feel free as a bird.

I imagine the bright sun in the clear skies,
And looking down where the ground lies,
Finally free from the past's strong ties,
And I would feel free as a bird.

But I am not up there,
And it feels as if it's been yelled into my ear,
Fighting because I care,
And I'm still not free as a bird.

When America first wrote this poem, it was during the American Revolution, shortly before Boston died. He had given up so much to be free, but he was still not yet free. But he wanted — needed — to be free. Free as a bird.

New Meaning

American Revolution
By: America

I've always dreamed of being free,
Free as a bird,
But sometimes I think:
Maybe the cost is too high.

But I've come to far to turn back now,
I've seen too much,
Been through too much,
I can't turn back now.

I have lost too much from this war
To give up
And not see it through.
I can't turn back now.

Sometimes when the cost is too high
No matter how much you've already paid
You should just give up.
Sometimes this is the case.

But it is not the case now,
Oh no, it can't be,
Because the thing, the person, I've lost
Is too high a price that I have paid
To give up now.
I can't turn back now.

Now, this war is more than to be free
Now we are fighting for more.
We need to avenge those that matter most,
And show the others
Not to mess with the people we care about.
I can't turn back now.

We are in this together,
My brothers, my sisters.
We are in this together,
My sons, my daughters.
We are in this together,
The men, the woman,
We are in this together,
The adults the children.

We are all in this together.
And we have come so far.
I can not turn back now.
WE can not turn back now.

When America wrote this poem, it was the night after Boston died. It described the price for their freedom. He had been thinking that maybe the price was too high. Maybe they should turn back. But then, Boston was killed by England, and it was too late to turn back. England had taken something dear to him. And now this war was more than just for freedom. America needed to finish this war for her. For all the people who died for it. They had paid such a high price and been through far too much to turn back now. America couldn't turn back now. Not just the personification, either. America, the people, couldn't turn back now.

Why Not?

September 13, 1986
By: America

People now a days don't realize
What freedom truly is.
Freedom is not a right;
It is a privilege.

We fought for it,
And it's who I am.
So don't abuse the privilege,
Or it may become a privilege you don't have.

I am the land of the free
And the home of the brave.
But how can people sing those lines,
And then take their freedom for granted,
And forget the brave souls,
Who got it for them?

Freedom was put at a high price,
And we are still paying it.
Equality for all,
Is something we want.
So why don't more people try
To stand up for equal rights?
For their freedoms?

They know, yet some don't.
They try, yet some don't.
They want it, yet some don't.
They fight, yet some don't.
But why not?

America made this one later on. When people started to take their freedom for granted, when in reality, it is something that could be taken away from you at any given moment. Freedom is something to be protected. Freedom protects you to an extent, but you need to protect it, too. It is something that cost a whole lot back then, and something that costs a lot to keep. And as America knows, but sometimes his people don't seem to, is that when debts aren't paid, bad things happen

Be The Hero

2016 Election Day

A hero I have always tried to be,
But a hero is something I'll never achieve.
I will never truly be set free;
The guilt and memories are holding onto me.

Go on, my sisters, my brothers,
Go on, my sons, my daughters,
Be truly free, be better than me,
Be the hero that I was never meant to be.

And, finally, this is what America wrote on his computer after Trump was elected. He made more poems than when is here, obviously; he is hundreds of years old.

Anyway, America is fearing the end of America. Maybe he'll be like Prussia, and still survive after his country falls. He didn't know. How could he, really?

But more than fearing the end of America, he feared another Civil War. He knew that his children would have to side with the people in their state. The first Civil War hurt him a lot. America doesn't feel like a hero. All he could ever do would be to try and make the states become the hero(es) that he couldn't be.

America went back downstairs for lunch or whatever. He didn't really care about food (he eats a lot, but he'd probably just throw it up because he's a bulimic in this story. Whoops. Sorry, 4th wall) but whatever.

(A/N For anyone who doesn't know, bulimic is a person who has a eating disorder where they overeat and then throw it back up. I looked it up.)

America ate the pizza New York made (he makes amazing pizza. I don't even like pizza but I do usually like New York pizza more. Whoops, sorry, 4th wall. I didn't see you there).

New York looked at all the states and nations seriously.

"And don't any of you dare eat these pizzas with a fork, like our soon to be boss," New York said threateningly. He pointed a knife at the nations. "I want as little reminders of him as possible, you hear?"

The nations nodded quickly.

The states voiced their agreement (aka they said stuff like "yeah, I don't want to be like that b****" or "yeah, I'd probably murder any i**** who would be dumb to (BEEP)ing do that in front of me" etc.).

(A/N Sorry that I keep shattering you, 4th wall.)

America scarfed down a bunch of pizzas.

"What do you think is going to happen now, dad?" Rhode Island asked America.

America sighed thoughtfully, putting down his pizza. "I honestly don't know," he said. "America could end, the world could be destroyed in a nuclear war if they somehow figured out the codes I changed, or we could be caught in another civil war. . ."

America trailed off. The pain in his eyes at the thought was so visible that nobody could help but notice it. America looked down, and he blocked his face from view with his hand. It took a little while for anyone to notice that he was silently crying.

"I've seen too much war and death for a lifetime," America muttered. "I hope none of you will have to see that. I don't want anymore of my kids to die."

A/N

So I've decided to cut the chapter short here. I promise to update sooner tomorrow. Time flies. I woke up at 12 something today, so yeah. Not a good excuse, but at least I updated, eh?

Anyway, comment, criticize, etc. Sorry I forgot about Texas again:( I promise to include him more in chapter nine. I was too busy trying to come up with poems on the spot (I'm a terrible poet) to actually plan out the chapter or anything. XD

I'll look at your comments and stuff tomorrow. I have to go to sleep now. Goodnight, peoples.

~Oliver.