This era; the apex motto, the devils prada, and some sleeper cells gone rogue gray.
This air; smoked toxicity, metals and minty flavored ash, checks made out to cash.
This nation; displaced keepsakes, reiterating cheap fates, through false image gates.
This spirit; disinherited for keeping its word, was this not the world we had set out to build?
This ideal; half forgotten and rarely sought.
Anyone else unforgiven ?