A Nation Lost

Upon this country I ponder, once a beacon of hope for enlightenment and intellect. Give me your poor, your tired your hungry. Once spoken by a Guiding Light. A world once sought after by all. Now seen as a diminished glow. With one whisper of a man. Disconnected from the pulse of the ideals of intellect. We lost our standing. A nation once free to all worship. Now guided by a man for a nation under one God. Upon this man I ponder. Could he be just a man, Or a puppet to a nation whom lost its ideals. Within words against a free press we are hearing words of a tyrant. With no information there can be no informed democracy. So where could intellect stand? Upon these questions I ponder.......nay, I hope for an answer.