A dawn begins―a
New era erupted inside
An unsalvageable territory
That once stood towering
And proud.
They were Americans,
Mocking the face of
Danger,
Not creating it.
They were Americans,
Powerful and free,
But who are now
Prisoners to
Temptation and greed.
What shall become of
Them?
Shall their souls
Be sold to
The devil,
Masquerading as promise?
Fools they all are―
Cowering behind their
Flag and their
Anthem,
Using them as a
Definition of a
True American.
They were victorious,
Glorified in the
Eyes of war and
Violence―battled
Between peace
And harmony.
The freedom fell
In bereft
Ruins,
Abolishing the pride
And glory of a
Once great nation.
They were Americans,
Humble and kind.
Now they’re waiting
For the sun to rise
And rid the country
Of immorality.
They were Americans
And now they’re
Just empty shells
Living in the shadows
Of a once great
Nation.
You see, they were Americans.
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 3:54 PM UTC
A dawn begins―a
New era erupted inside
An unsalvageable territory
That once stood towering
And proud.
They were Americans,
Mocking the face of
Danger,
Not creating it.
They were Americans,
Powerful and free,
But who are now
Prisoners to
Temptation and greed.
What shall become of
Them?
Shall their souls
Be sold to
The devil,
Masquerading as promise?
Fools they all are―
Cowering behind their
Flag and their
Anthem,
Using them as a
Definition of a
True American.
They were victorious,
Glorified in the
Eyes of war and
Violence―battled
Between peace
And harmony.
The freedom fell
In bereft
Ruins,
Abolishing the pride
And glory of a
Once great nation.
They were Americans,
Humble and kind.
Now they’re waiting
For the sun to rise
And rid the country
Of immorality.
They were Americans
And now they’re
Just empty shells
Living in the shadows
Of a once great
Nation.
You see, they were Americans.
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