RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR
Conscience of America
Aware that anger is the least emotion
I strive to rise above the din
When the head of the beast is warped
The righteous cannot win
Anger when the elderly die
Without cause or ample reason
Anger when the innocent cry
It borders on common treason
I strive to find the light in darkness
I search for higher calling
But I suffer with the endless loss
My friends and colleagues falling
Our leader is the root of madness
The truth is amply clear
We desperately need new leadership
Or we may lose all we hold dear
I am the conscience of America
And I am sleeping
Until the nation alas awakens
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