Sometimes I wonder,
What the point of all this is.
Is there even a use in trying,
When the world feels ready to end?
Is this how they felt in Europe,
During the war to end all wars?
Or the sequel?
Or in Gaza or Ukraine?
And all the other places
Where bombs fall like rain?
Though that isn’t happening here,
Even if it feels the same.
In the country where freedom rings,
Less and less,
There’s a balancing act between
Human rights and self-respect.
The nation divided
While the Supreme Court is united.
The Constitution ignored
By the person tasked to enforce.
The Founding Fathers couldn’t have seen,
Couldn’t have imagined,
The broken system
Their ideals would become.
Checks and balances only work
When each party cares,
When everyone fights fair,
When power is left equal.
But provisions were left or added,
Designed to tip the scales.
And who enforces the law,
When the enforcer breaks it?
In the country where freedom rings,
Less and Less,
Sometimes I wonder,
What’s the point of all this?
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