What is patriotic about seeing no evil in the system
When the evil storm our streets daily
What patriotic about the decay in the country
When the very wells of wellness have dried up in her belly
Well, I hate pretending to be right
When in essence I know I am dead wrong
Why therefore should I sing and dance
When I am supposed to wail and mourn for the death of civility
Standing under a garden spray on scotching hot day
Does not cure the curse of a heat wave
But on a rain laden cloudy day, a ragged hole pierces into the open skies
Only the brave risk their lives through that jagged tear for freedom's cause
@4 September 2022
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