United
Quiet laughter, loud
refrain,
Broken smiles,
complete disdain,
Empty souls and
growing debt,
Abundant pain,
beguiled threat,
Broken promises,
elected czar.
The world once
known, lost afar,
What little left
being crushed to
dust,
Like the pages of an
ancient text,
John Goodfellow left
with no one to
trust,
Constant fear of
what comes next.
Common folks like
you and me,
Must come together,
two by three.
Standing up for what
is right,
Don't go down
without a fight.
All of us, hand in
hand,
Could save that for
which we stand.
Copyright © Daniel Berg | Year Posted 2013
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