America Fallen
This,
my trusted allies and friends,
before the fall of tradition encompasses dedication to future trials.
Just another apology to the civil.
Ethics knows no bounds or condemnation.
Slivers of recompense entangle folly,
greedily consuming heart-felt majorities of lies and rationality.
Logic determines national enlightenment.
Harsh reality gorges the life of fallen commanders,
pushing past the past and clinging to the end.
Betrayers of Constance and Grandeur
spit in the eyes of child-like morality and compassion.
Educate the mute to ensure mindless torture.
Fold the hands of the leper to crumble the hope of forgiveness.
Contemplate the existence of language,
numbing the effects of pureness observed,
laughing before gray-hairs with mocking triviality.
Show the truth of America.
Damn the weakened masses for profit or gain
while trampling the dream long forgotten
but rumored to strive.
God bless this collection of lost souls.
God bless the children cold and weak.
God bless the once open arms of Lady Liberty.
God Damn This Fallen America!
Copyright © Justin Presson | Year Posted 2007
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