The Sound of the End

No longer the land of the free nor the brave, but a country of turmoil and civil unrest from within.

Land of the free, some state, but is that true?

Home of the brave, we recite, but exhibit fear as our government turns against us.

Make America great again, they exclaim, but when was it ever?

Veins bleed out red, white, and blue; deriving joyful bliss from the mark of another year in a seemingly untouchable America.

Our enemy is not in foreign countries,

The enemy is within.

Bringing a division like never before seen.

Some scream red, others scream blue, but ask yourself,

do they care about you?

Politics is a game, only won by its controllers.

A game of chess; we the people, the pawns.

When will we wake up and see that God has left this country?

Perhaps as we flee to the tune of “My Country ‘Tis of Thee”

Replaying memories of the times we thought we were free.

Burning from within

Think of the slaughter and sobs, embedded in the legacy of this country that cloaked control under the guise of independence, as you celebrate today.