The Constitution
The result of a revolution
The birth of a new nation
The 3 branches abolished
The flames extinguished
The presidential powers relinquished
The president impeached
The last refuge beseeched
Once at our peak
Our outcome is now bleak
The fallen courts
The modern forts
Crime running rampant
The government is absent
We were complacent
Guess this is our consequence
The unrest
We were once blessed
This great nation now oppressed
The fall inevitable
All the remains are shambles
The hope that no more crumbles
A continental war
An ensuing encore
A riot
The bullets
A nation now desolate
The Great depression
Now a recession
The cause a transgression
What now seems like a delusion
It may have all been an illusion
Now let's hope this is the conclusion
This is the completed poem of "The Anarchy (incomplete)" that I previously posted.