RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY
The Day Democracy Died
History is a strange phenomenon
You don’t see it when it’s happening
You don’t know when it makes a difference
You don’t recognize the signs
You don’t piece together the facts
Until it’s too late to react
They lost an election fair and square
Nothing they could do about it
They yelled and screamed: it’s not fair!
Told the whole white world: we doubt it!
But when they charged the nation’s capital
They changed the nature of the game
No longer open to debate and reason
It begged another harsher name
They crossed a line to treason
If the traitors get away with it
If their treacherous leader is never tried
We may well remember that day
As the day our democracy died
Don’t think it cannot happen here
It can and will I fear
If we do not raise the warning cry
If we perpetuate the evil lie
If we do not give it proper weight
Dictatorship could be our fate
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