Sweet Land of Liberty
It is horrifyingly apparent,
that this new Rome will fall soon.
The wolves are roaming,
seeking for any weakness,
and we are weakened
by our own lack of alarm.
Some spoke out,
some told of a degenerate culture,
of corruption and disinterest.
Some armed themselves,
but a house divided upon itself
cannot stand for long.
This Republic will disintegrate;
be scattered by ill-winds,
as were all republics before it.
Then we will see at last
the worm in the apple
was none other than us.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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