Friday, January 29, 2021

Conscience of the Nation

Our country’s flag was torn apart 

Left in rubble on the capitol floor

With bloodstain hands some members hide 

Behind a stance, they could do no more 


Shall a trial at the senate steps, 

with those, that added to the fire 

Heed the warning from the dust 

And weed out every single liar 


His days though past, still haunt our nation 

And killed the bravest men  that fought 

To fight for our country’s salvation 

And in their deaths we morn their loss


The deepest judgments yet to come 

To watch and hope for courage to break 

To separate us from the violent throws 

Their conscience holds our country’s fate 


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