There is no truth within a lie,
looking at all the evidence denied,
the rhetoric of first and second amendment rights
seem hypocritical cries, when
those who spout the lie voice no honor or amends
claiming to be the populaces best friend
yet, redacting their very choice
and suppressing their inner voice.
Democracy may soon be dying
pushed down and buried by all the denying lying
denouncing anyone who fails to go
with the party flow
and like a comedy tv show
they willingly follow the ridiculous and outrageous lies
incapable of ever acknowledging why
America once raised truth, justice and equality cries.
A gent of African legacy has earned governance over this land.
We populaces of pigment have increased our acceptance.
Our masses are at liberty to decide where we sit, live, and learn.
Yet I ask have we arrived?
We are enduring verdicts founded on our physical imprints.
The multitudes continue to resign from our edifying institutions.
Scores of the lineage linger in districts of decay and poverty.
Have we arrived?
Lives vanished heinously, but we drew deliverance from disparity.
The assessment of our existence was engorged exponentially.
Our pedigree sheltered one another as to preserve strength.
Have we arrived?
We self-perpetuate devastation upon our people preventive progress.
Many of us take the lives of our brethren as if they are insignificant.
No longer do we stand united, and instead we have yielded to individualism.
Have we arrived?
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