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Are We Too Late - America's Plight
How did we get to where we are, America - the one undimming shining star, A land of freedom, of unbounded pride Where no one needed run and hide For their religion or mere thought, Democracy - the very heart of what was taught. Now the Media drums a beat That too many rush to heed, Politicians seem at war Spewing discord to their core, Division their concocted art Wrenching the rest of us apart. Pressure groups with voices loud Control the stage as if endowed, We the masses listen stunned Outmaneuvered and outgunned, All too late we see the light As our cities fall to blight. Police leaving by the score, Inner cities full of gore, Death and Drugs partners in crime The serial killers of our time, Those we elect wringing their hands Caving in to shrill demands. Social media runs amok Trampling discourse in it's muck, Faceless voices spewing hate Leaving victims to their fate, Pervading every corner of our life Their tool of choice inciting strife. Is it too late may we well ask To tear apart this vile death mask, Restoring that for which our father's fought A way of life worked for and not bought, The very fruit of land well sown The purest form of liberty our world has ever known.
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