The Wings of Despair

The Wings of Despair

The chains around my neck
Slowly suffocate me
Deprive me of the air
I so desperately need.

I struggle, wring my hands
My protectors laugh, they stand
Watch me sink deep
Into their created quicksand.

Their pockets are full
Their agendas are null
They have fleeced our country
All that remains now is her husk.

But I will rise from ashes
Charred, my will, not broken
For I am democracy
The voice of people.


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