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  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Political >> ID #1754765  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
Fractured
A country in trouble.
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Fractured

For years this feeling of doom has come on
Sometimes creeping in, slow and steady
Growing inch by inch, breath by breath
Other times, it strikes quicker than lightning
Stronger than a crushing tidal wave
It has reached a point of no return now
People must take sides, neutral is no option
Switzerland is not allowed in this battle
Where the casualties will be many
Our children, our health, our schools, our homes
David stands no chance against Goliath
The real people cannot win this fight
Ideologies override common sense
No view is too extreme, no lie too much
Money is the god to which they will all bow to
Yet try to convince everyone they do it for us
There is no us though, there is only them
The ones with the power, the rich, the fortunate
They stoke fires of hate, fan the flames of anger
Manipulate the masses, mutilate the truth
They build lie upon lie for their foundation
While the gullible drink up their tea
And the spineless let them walk over them
A broken system, run by corrupt creatures
Bent on destroying everything in their path
Feelings of helplessness and desperation
Invade the souls of the middle thinkers
Watching the train wreck, unable to act
Desperation, frustration, the only feelings left
No compromise, no center ground, no best for all
Take, take, take, hate, hate, hate
The battle cry, with the blinders on
Anger boiling over into literal bloodshed
Roving fanatics at their beck and call
The fox lies in wait for the ass to stumble
While feeding the pachyderm a steady diet of lies
The vultures lapping up the sensation
Only caring what nets them the most meat
Never concerning themselves with truth
We cannot stand united, we are all divided
Separate, but far from equal, fractured beyond repair
We the people cry, where do we go from here



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