When does a person reach the point,,
Of enough
What atrocities
Must there be
When they've seen
Enough
It is
Not just  my country
Ending its cycle
But the spirit of that
Nation,
Being divided
By unknown traitors
Who knows where they hide
And to fight them is too shame
And to stand together never
Happens now
That they
Run the game
But this is no idle matter
It concerns all citizens
Democracy is dead
The body is buried in
The parchment
We nigh could agree
The Constitution
Should be remembered
Even if our country
Is dismembered.