"The death of democracy is not likely to be an assassination from ambush. It will be a slow extinction from apathy, indifference, and undernourishment." Robert M. Hutchins (Great Books 1954)
THE SLOW DEATH OF A GREAT COUNTRY
A stab wound that will bleed out slowly
Our freedom staining the American shores
Infection boiling in ugly old scars
Where posers picked and picked at our sores
A gut shot that will kill us slowly
As laws and regulations drain our faces pale
Stabbed by the sharpest of pure oppression
An economy set up to fail
Choked by apathy snd indifference
Death to those who hang fast to pride
Of the values that made us love our country
My tears fell as our liberty gasped then died
Starved from taxes snd abundant welfare
Too many too idle some too greedy
Industry fleeing to lands of bigger profit
Leaving hoards of unemployed and needy
Socialism stands grinning over the corpse
A victim of lost respect and wasted ingenuity
A faded flag drapes the coffin
Of a once great country of opportunity