Moon Landings 2.
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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