Moon Landings 2.

Mike Bell/ May 19, 2016/ 0 comments

Your American Dream
worn thin through decades

your nightmare now risen
waking politics of rage

Your mark on your ballot
with a right-to-win hope

your future is threatened
by the electorate’s vote

Your democracy is rotten
rusted blood in her veins

your Statue of Liberty
is lit by hate’s flames

Your family – once docked –
fleeing foreign distrain

your salt-sprayed forebears –
would they want to remain?

Your Libertas should turn
to look back on her lands

Your Dream she won’t see
with her face in her hands

Following – Moon Landings 1.

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