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Tears Of The Founders


We’ve abused our great freedoms

to reap the results

with school and church shootings

hate speech a new cult  

 

No respect for the flag

or sacrifice made

ignoring our veterans

despoiling their graves  

 

Our streets wait in ambush

where the enemy hides 

to prowl in a wasteland

where evil decides  

 

The constitution a weapon

to pervert and inflict 

traitorous courts

with laws nondescript  

 

And blindly we run 

(toward the cliff)

 greed our marching song

narcissism the battle cry

—America is gone    

 

(Ardmore Pennsylvania: April, 2023)

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