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 ,jut a word ,
Quietly , we seal our lips , we freeze our souls , stillness becomes us,
Faster than ice's frozen souls , forgets that they have no souls to freeze,
We let fear 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 -are not fiction, fiction is creative , all lies ,all just to suit a curvy line ,
That circles and spins, beautiful sticky webs of doubts,
Oh feed the masses, sticky webs of poison, the spider hides ,
Wait to pounce, next grab, powers the new halo, powers the poison cloak....
Speak we must, louder yet, push past the fears, for democracy's sake!
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 a beacon to guide us to move our country to democracy again .
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