Lies
and the lying liars that tell them
would have you live in a dustbowl democracy,
and applaud for gilded shackles.
One Nation, under water
steals the rights from Liberty’s daughter
and a people, sons of immigrants
despise their brothers
abhor their sisters
and wrap their racism in a tattered flag.
Idolatry Politics replaces Identity Politics
as performative incompetence
replaces as sincere love for our fellow man.
My country is fallen
my city is gone
and all that remains
is a flickering ember
of what was once great promise.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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Comments2
A sad poem of deterioration and corruption of a nation. Well written
Fränz, this is a powerful lament, my friend. There is a deep sense of disillusionment running through these lines...not just with politics, but with the loss of a vision of what a nation could be. Thought-provoking work. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you!
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