A Defeated Republic
What we were we are no more.
With funds in the wrong amounts hitting the wrong hands comes a large demand.
To sacrifice morals for important policies that will not be dictated by you.
A powerless embodiment of the people but not for the people.
An empty shell with gloss put on it to make it shine as a distraction with no true interaction.
A pot of gold to find.
In visions, I seen this coming but not so soon.
It is a defeated republic.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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