Democracy Override
Beneath thy hills the statutes arose
Leaning slowly as the wind does blow
Topiaries swaying toward thy regime
Cutting down thy swaying trees
They aboard thy land as if a ship sailed
Thy indigent souls cried for help
Sounding of screams and wails
Thy union set out to override the base
Children and parents holding thy face
Thy face of God thy children held
Hoping for freedom to be weld
Suffrage became thy new born trees
On the land of control, for it was a disease
Copyright © Kayla Poulin | Year Posted 2016
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