It’s uncanny. . .
How right has become wrong.
How whites don’t belong.
How living by rules
is only for fools.
It’s uncanny. . .
How believing in God
makes one rather odd.
How our nation’s flag
is a burnable rag.
It’s uncanny. . .
How telling the truth
is blatantly uncouth.
How taking His name in vain
is absent of shame.
It’s uncanny. . .
How statues of the great
are toppled with hate.
How the press
is unfailingly Left.
How being put behind bars
makes protestors stars.
How America’s founders
were racist bounders.
It’s uncanny. . .
How killing the unborn
has become a norm.
How breaking laws
produces standing applause.
How those in military attire
are mercilessly under fire.
How officers in blue
are targets of spit and spew.
Yes and alas, it’s uncanny. . .
how so much we have cherished
seems today to have perished.
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