A Narrative Poem by Ben Douglass Once mighty and proud, we stood so tall, The American Republic for which we stand, The city on the hill, a beacon to all. But time marches on, relentless and true, And republics eventually fall, As history will prove. From golden dreams and boundless skies, To whispers of discontent That slowly arises. The cracks appeared, Our foundations shaken, No longer the land of the fearless. Wars fought for freedom, now tarnished with greed, Rights once so cherished, Now lost in the quick authoritarian fix. The voices unheard, the cries ignored, A tapestry of power, wealth and greed, Unraveling and bored. The streets once bustling with hope And might, now echo with shadows Of forgotten fights. Citizens divided, trust in tatters, The Republic crumbles As chaos spreads over the land. Economics falter, billionaires grow fat And arrogant, while the rest of us languish In a world of hurt. Promises broken, ideals & dreams now stained, By politicians who...
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