The dream that is America
died during the night.
The right to vote
and have that vote count
was gone with the dawn.
While I was sleeping
Lady Liberty lay weeping
at the second insurrection
which eroded the protection
of the democracy
we rely upon.
Democracy was killed in dark of night,
the moon’s reflected light
not strong enough
to stop the rape
of her freedoms.
We awaken worn and weary
from brittle dreams
to a new reality
forged in heated nightmares.
Dreams fade over time.
Nightmares hang on.
How long before we forget
the dream that was America?
Rest In Peace, Lady Liberty.
I cannot.
annarino writes 