USA Shooting
When a house is in disorder,
who bears the blame?
The father of the house—
for he holds the keys
and the silence of his neglect
becomes the ruin of all.
So too with America.
Gunfire echoes not in shadows
but in daylight,
where citizens fall
and leaders turn their faces away.
On September 10, 2025,
Charlie Kirk was struck down—
not the first, nor the last.
How many more must be buried
before truth is spoken?
You call yourself
the guardian of democracy,
yet you fund wars in Gaza
while your own streets
bleed with fear.
What greatness is there
when freedom of speech is silenced,
when life is treated cheaper than profit?
Trump promised light,
but shadows deepen.
If he cannot shield the people,
let him lay down the crown.
O America,
your citizens walk blindfolded.
But the day they lift the veil,
the day they see with their own eyes,
their destiny will change—
and the empire of neglect
will fall by its own hand.
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