Posts Tagged ‘United States’

At the centre of that distant empire,
Stands a citadel of a republic,
Clad in the angelic light of lady liberty,
The alleged disenfranchised of the nation,
They storm once ivory steps,
Led astray by conspiracy and bigotry,
Delusion turned into a destructive force,

Each step taken is a blow to democracy,
Each a bruise upon uncle sam,
These fools climb against their own nation,
Holding aloft standards bearing the name of a tyrant,
Red white and blue stained with filth,
A statue somewhere weeps,
Holding a flame growing dim,

A grim reminder of more barbaric times,
Across the world,
All eyes rest on the capitol,
An icon of justice defiled by hate,
And upon those steps once alabaster.

The day has come,
To see an empire fall in real time,
These cracks have been propagating for some time,
Decadence and arrogance have weakened this people,
When are allies are shunned,
Dollars put before livelihoods,
Minorities beaten and shut,
A constitution thrown atop a pyre,

Equality is a hymn forgotten,
Ogres of bigotry and hate prowl each street,
Looking for innocents to dismember,
A flag of red white and blue drips crimson,
To an anthem ringing hollow,
Doomsday cults vote against their own interests,
Your gates of Rome are sundered,
But the barbarians are not without but in your tallest office,

Which ever way the cards fall,
Which ever name the polls screech,
The wounds are already necrotic,
The damage is done,
Measured in respect lost and orphans made,
Scales tipped too far,
The seas rise,
And the foundations of this empire dissipate,

No life jackets will be thrown.

The Land of the Free quakes,
Disaster looms above,
Or so it’s said,
Many believe it to be so,

Neighbours look sideways at one another,
Rights become targets,
For the firing squad that is corruption,
Few tears are shed,
Even fewer protests are uttered,

Division and hatred,
These weapons of mass destruction,
Maybe orchestrated by a court of white,
Filled with a rogues gallery,
In business suits and colourful badges,

Led by something of a jester,
With delusions of grandeur,
Possessing a nationalist baton,
And a dangerous red button,
Poking the bear and dragon,

The time has come,
A red mushroom cloud erupts,
In the shape of a pachyderm,
The Land of the Free is no more,
The world is ending.