Our Uncle Sam
Here lies the remains of our Uncle Sam
Died from those who didn't give a damn,
A malady known as a lack of concern
His citizens were too apathetic to learn,
He came to a slow and agonizing end
When divisive factions refused to bend
In his two hundred forty-fifth year today
As patriotic times of unity slipped away.
Written June 8, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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