Once it was a beacon of light,
This shining hill dressed as a white knight.
Now it only brings hate,
Laying prone on the ground, and heavy as a freight.
I find myself mystified,
maybe naive, and wide-eyed as a victorian bride.
How far did we backslide?
When did I lose my greatest ally?
The contradictions are clear,
yet we still clamor and believe all because of fear.
I stand here,
Waiting, helpless, praying that you’ll appear.
Isn’t that right dear?
Won’t you loan me a few of your tears?
You see I’ve ran out,
When humanity chose the coward’s way and took the bailout.
There are no rebels here.
They lament, yet still adhere.
It’s troubling to see this clear!
Maybe it’s too soon,
Maybe it’s too late,
But soon you’ll see the weight,
compliances that morphed into mandates.