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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.