When push comes to shove, what will you choose
as you watch what is happening–don’t you care what we loose?
Content just to drift in a fog of complacency,
won’t you stand up and fight for beloved democracy?
For the home of the brave and the land of the free?
Ceding and bleeding, with each day receding
into the hands of the oligarchy
who want to dismantle all that we’ve done;
stripping away all that we’ve earned
burning our rights...watch them burn, watch them burn.
In silence, too many hope for the best
believing perhaps this is only a test.
Make no mistake, this is a regime:
picking their targets undoing the seams
of the fabric that holds “We the people’” together.
No one said it would be easy to weather the storm.
to keep safe from those with intent to do harm
What can we do with such limited choices?
Perhaps use our words, perhaps share our voices.
Perhaps do our best to protest the insanity,
while we still can speak out against targeted tyranny
and those unelected who shape all we do...
There are no real heroes,
just me and just you.
© G.B 2025
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