Shame, what we feel for being American today,
Shame , for executing our democracy, just so cold and callous,
How easily we do it, with nary a glance to yesterdays,
Not a thought of what it was, democracy now a ghost ,just a word ,
Quietly , we seal our lips , we freeze our souls , stillness is us,
Faster than ice's frozen souls , that they have no souls to freeze,
Our fears gel into inaction, seeped in shame, immobile ,statuesque ...
While they execute our brothers ,our sisters, our children in the streets ,
Like their dogs, for fun. just a game for them...
Lies - not fiction... fiction is creative ,
All lies ,all just to suit a curvy line ,
Swirls in circles and spins, beautiful sticky webs of doubts,
Oh feed the masses, lovely sticky webs of poison, the spider hides ,
Wait so to pounce, next grab, powers the new halo, powers the poison cloak....
Speak we must, louder yet, push past the fears, just for democracy's sake!
Speak loud yet again please...
Poem by Pc-3 (01/25/2026)
In honor of those whose lives were lost, nay coldly extinguished, as they strived to hold up democracy. You are the beacon to guide us to move our country to democracy again .
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