Democracy dies in daylight... on a stage seen by all.
The United one once aligned with the allies...
Now, under new leadership, the United one is led to fall.
Democracy dies in daylight... millions watch the demise.
The United one now supports the anti-freedom country...
Now, the United one and it's leaders have shed their disguise.
Democracy dies in daylight... right before our eyes...
Democracy dies more every second...
Until all we will have left is freedom's unanswered cries.
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Luna Verity
I've been in love with the written word since my youth. Forever the starving writer, therefore tips are greatly appreciated ♥
I am omnisexual & happily polyamorous.
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