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Choices we make., For our Country's sake, Good or evil., poetry by Yu/stan/kema, Saving lives., Selling one's soul for cash.
There is a storm growing
In the hearts of those who grieve,
The disrespect of all we hold
Most sacred and believe.
The wanton destruction of
Our parks and forest trails,
Shows no regard for people’s needs
Or Mother Nature’s wails.
The loss of dignified discourse
Replaced with angry words,
Leads to the need to win, divide
Others left unheard.
The rights of women and the poor
Are simply cast aside.
Cost containment is the goal.
Who cares “who lived or died.”
The cost of saving someone’s life,
Means nothing to them,
Who have sold their souls for cash,
Yet claim they follow Him.
Someday we’ll have to make a choice
Which road our Country takes:
To be a force for evil/good.
We can’t make a mistake.
-Yu/stan/kema-