RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY
The Longest Hours
From the hours of the deepest night
To the hours of early morn
When sleep no longer comforts
My thoughts become forlorn
I wonder if we cannot do
What destiny demands of us
I wonder if we cannot see
What history commands of us
Are you and I accountable
For this collapse of reason
Our failings to this point in time
May fall just short of treason
In the hours of the deepest night
To the hours of early morn
My musings chase the darkness
My nightmares are reborn
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