Decline
when the enemy is at the gate, in a nation so full of hate, cowards take control day by day, in this we must not stray, sickness sold and spread, a fear as old as the dead, no visible war to be seen, chemicals fields not green, children cry not knowing why, future leaders shy away and die, good men imprisoned, by evils grand decision. widows weep, for the price too steep. the scales are wieghted, every fail is fated.
Copyright © Matthew Lamphear | Year Posted 2021
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