Fool’s Gold

Fränz Müller

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.

  • Author: Fränz Müller (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 11th, 2026 10:36
  • Category: Unclassified
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