A Nation’s Decay - A Perilous Promise

A moribund scream, the reality;
Some loony strategy exists;
This feckless zone of enmity.
A steepened calm persists…
The badgered schemes’ proximity,
For highs and lows, this policy
Escapes the leads of calamity,
A homely, clumsy odyssey.

Enforcement seems the likely cure -
Traveling safely, packing on -
Stripped of progress seen as pure.
The got-aways, forgiven, gone…
Forward thinking shall prevent this,
Shadows, lightning, darkened skies -
Views of terror, oh-so reckless…
Children poised to reek this prize…

The highest, most achievable worth,
The salient effort for workers’ means,
Forever flows and ranks this mirth;
The nation knows re-weathered scenes -
When the booming brightens, scatters…
Lives are throttled - cartels strive;
The guarded cameras’ extremeness matters -
Shark-like dorsals gather, thrive…