The New American Tyranny

Based on an 8-word prompt, words highlighted in the text

There is no freedom to be found
not here,
not under this sorry excuse for a sky
moonless and black
and liberation is a myth—
as dead as flowers
that rot in an unattended garden;
This is where we find ourselves:
trapped in this new oppression,
in a land
shrouded in chaos
wrapped in ignorance
drowning in apathy;
No, we are not free
and our story is in peril
as our cries for justice, for fairness
for righteousness
become weak, faint,
adrift on a timid breeze
to be nothing more than a quaint history
as the quest for leaders
who are clear-eyed and lucid
increasingly disappear
and we, children of this ungodly tyranny,
are lost forever.


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