He 3
Our flag crumbled the fell crushing its HONOR.
We the people felt humbled, not swell lusting new power.
TRUST finally gave way, now tragically lost.
For more dust we pray, even knowing the cost.
Confused because facing two separate ways,
RESPECT was desperate and left in a maze.
MORALS were abandoned, now new trends left free to spark.
The moon's royals became short handed it only stays dark.
In the end our PRIDE, it was drowning.
As we the people cried, ( please no frowning ).
PRIDE - * HONOR my TRUST & RESPECT my MORALS *
this poem of the future should be read in a chant form.
TONY DEAN DRISKELL 2nd
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