A Nation of Snakes

I wake to a country I barely know,

Where kindness fades and hatred grows.

Once built on dreams, now cracked and torn,

A house divided, faith forsworn.

Lines in the sand, drawn deep with spite,

Names become weapons, wrong becomes right.

They preach of unity, yet sharpen their knives,

Feasting on fear, consuming our lives.

What gods do they serve, these prophets of greed,

Who silence the hungry and watch as they bleed?

Who twist the truth, reshape the past,

And call it freedom as long as it lasts?

The schools grow empty, the minds grow weak,

We teach our children not to think, but to speak.

To shout the loudest, to drown out the wise,

To fear the questions, to cherish the lies.

And we—fools—stand by, helpless and numb,

As wisdom crumbles and justice succumbs.

We took the lunar zodiac too much to heart,

And welcomed two serpents, both cunning and dark.

Now forked tongues whisper in halls of power,

Shedding old skins by the day, by the hour.

They poison the roots, they shatter the trust,

Turning our nation from iron to rust.

How blind we have been, how deaf to the call,

Watching our homeland, destined to fall.

And still, they cheer as the pillars break,

As if there is glory in, what is at stake.

But I will not bow, and I will not break,

I will not follow these venomous fakes.

For love still lingers, for truth still fights,

For hope still glows in the darkest of nights.

Let the snakes coil in power’s embrace,

Their reign like their venom, will fade without trace.

And when they are gone, when the dawn breaks through,

We’ll rise once more—America the new.