By: Cedric McClester

When it was sublime
There was reason and rhyme
To the American paradigm
But now we are remiss
Since we’ve abandoned this
Though some will still insist
That we still have greatness

But I’ve become real leary
I question that in theory
To those inclined to hear me
These times are very scary
If the truth be told
By embracing the bold
We’ve apparently lost our soul
It’s been bought and sold

Once a beacon of hope
Now we seem to *****
We’re on a slippery *****
Called misanthrope
In this new disguise
We’re hard to recognize
As we become despised
In most people’s eyes

Can we convalesce?
That’s anybody’s guess
We’re under so much stress
But nevertheless
We could be redeemed
Once again held in high esteem
At least we can dream
Of a new regime


















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