Collective Soul
As an outsider looking in,
My opinion means nothing, yes;
But the collective soul of a nation,
Has me watching with distress.
Who amongst to cast the first stone?
This immigrant nation to boot!
Where fear and loathing and lies shown,
How easy suddenly to recruit.
And what band wagon to become?
This nation and its collective soul;
The fact that such a man can run,
Upon one's sanity such a toll.
Till to their senses one can pray
As I watch poll after poll;
This great nation to bend and sway,
Has it lost its collective soul?
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