09/24/2024
The Dream That Burns
Once we reached for stars so high,
With hopes as vast as the open sky.
"Land of the free," they used to say,
But freedom’s price, we still must pay.
The streets are paved with broken lies,
A twisted dream beneath the skies.
Where hands once built with sweat and grace,
Now claw for scraps in a bitter race.
The flag waves proud, but shadows loom,
In hearts that feel their quiet doom.
The promise fades, and justice bends,
For power thrives where greed descends.
In Uncle Sam's outstretched hand,
Claws now scratch across the land.
Burned and scarred, the truth is clear:
The dream you chase is ruled by fear.
A nightmare cloaked in red and blue,
Where every soul must fight anew.
Yet still we march with hollow pride,
As hope and freedom slowly died.
