A Little Poem for You

Starving child we’d once have fed

Lay her out with other dead

Once our flag meant “safe” and “free”

Now it means autocracy.

 

Diseases we could one day cure

Research ended, no one’s sure

Our secrets open, now exposed

To terrorists and other foes

 

Humble people, work on farms

Shackled, sent to unknown harms

Billions more for him and cronies

Starts to seem as if they’re phonies

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