By: Cedric McClester

It took more than a day
But Rome finally fell
So don’t think that we
Couldn’t as well
See we seem to be
Headed for hell
In a proverbial hand basket
Why can’t you tell?

What makes us special
Haven’t you asked
Is it just cuz we say so
We’ve been unmasked
So the self-satisfaction
In which we usually bask
Isn’t worthy of us
Even raising a glass

We are at a precipice
Isn’t it clear
If we continue like this
The future we hope for
We’ll probably miss
Let’s do what we can
And try to resist
Innate inertia and being remiss

They talk about
Making us great again
They’d like to take us
Back where we’ve been
But time moves forward
So let’s not pretend
We can ever return
And then seek to ascend

























Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2015.  All rights reserved.