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Countdown 4-3-2-1
By Franklin Price
04/03/2021

There is a countdown every time
A missile goes to space
Four,three, two, one then zero
Then it's off to leave this place

 I thought about the date today
April third of twenty-one
Thought of going into space
All the U.S.A. has done

Grown from a land of aspiration
Where the thought of being free
Made us a country, as no other,
That may soon no longer be

 I thought about the current times
And the goals we've reached before
And the government in D.C.
That can't do that any more

They have no plans for anything
That for our way of life is good
Have forgotten where we came from
Where our founding fathers stood

The government in Washington
Is counting down, and fast.
If we, the citizens, don't call a hold,
We will soon have seen our last.

There still will be a country
We the People won't be boss
Our rights and freedoms will be gone
Our founders will have lost

We still have the opportunity
To work together, as if one, 
Marking tomorrow as day zero;
The day that we've begun.

Get involved and do your part
Tell the ones in Washington
If their next countdown is not for We
Then your vote for them is done

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