Power Politics
I miss the days of honest Abe
of cherry trees and United States,
trust is what should matter most,
but we're ruled by liars thieves and ghosts.
And when did freedom lose to hate?
Are we doomed to repeat these same
Mistakes?
The worst part is that I clearly see
the humor in this irony
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