The love of the family, the love of one person, can heal. It heals the scars left by a larger society, a massive, powerful society.
MAYA ANGELOU POET
A LOST CAUSE?
Skinned knees, bruised egos
Again and again we go
Drifting into a state of sadness or pain
Another broken heart, a soul with stains
There is always the family that draws you near
A special someone to wipe that tear
A broken heart can mend and heal
With the compassion one can make you feel
A country once a beautiful place
Growing together in liberty's embrace
Falls hard once too often, then
Where are the people to help us mend?
Divided in factions of society
Mistrust, and worse, the bigotry
We thought we had come together at last
Disruptive politicians put that in the past
In their quest to grow the government big
With rhetoric, into our scars they dig
Are there those out there to heal our wounds
So life as we knew it can be resumed?
Are we far too gone as citizens weep?
Is it time to put this country to sleep?
We stumbled, fell, it hurts so deep
Is the devastation now complete?
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