With each sunrise, shadows lengthen over democracy’s bastion, Yet no white knight emerges from hidden caverns of conjecture. An undulating tide of youth, crossing borders with ambition, May swell into a storm against us, should we dare to object or counter.
We’re placated by justice’s gavel, and sweet victories spun in media’s loom, Just tranquil enough to leave our armory cold, our weapons in the tomb. The outspoken are silenced, the defiant are struck, Their lives shattered on the anvil of consequence, their voices run amuck.
As we inhale the intoxicating fumes of false hope, and kneel in silent plea, America’s heart is slipping away, into the relentless sea. The sands in the hourglass swiftly fall, The clarion call to action echoes – time is running out, for one and all.
