Tattered and torn
Not in its threads
But in its core
A shadow of what once was
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That shining city
Atop high ground
Now dim and dark
Like ruins of old
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"We" did this
But no not I, nor mine
"They" did this
In the dark of night
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And now they revel
In there twisted Utopia
Their sickened paradise
Of ill and pain
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Can we, the people
Ever recover?
Or is our essence
Gone for all time?
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I have to hold out hope
My very spirit has no choice
But it's getting harder and harder
Not to be consumed
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For great deception and great lies
Abuses of power and ego highs
Are hard to overcome
When they attack everyone
About the Creator
Jason A
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Comments (2)
Interesting and delicious content, keep posting more.
Excellent poem. Thank you for sharing.