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Away from the Edge
Resolve to oppose the immoral,
And perversion of our young.
Sick minds pollute the body,
Fish always rots top down.
The rot is palpable, unbounded,
Led by incompetence and fools.
Malicious cacklers, feeble minded,
Dreaming of power, and wiping drool.
They will erode our soverign borders,
While sending soldiers to foreign wars.
Complicit they're in the flow of opiods,
Which kill our children. Disdainful boars.
The working man is assaulted daily,
Inflation, taxes, and disesteem.
The enemy is far from foreign,
Subversion smolders from within.
Placateting dull, appease of unbalanced,
Supplanted the American way of life,
Some hirsute lump, born with a phallus,
Thus loudly proclaims being a wife.
Plainly, insane run this asylum,
And steering all straight off a cliff.
Non-birthing creeps, counterfeit ladies,
What brand of glue do these dolts sniff?
Achievement, merit do not matter,
Gifted rejected, by once "best" schools.
Yet mediocrity is rewarded,
Victimhood tiers now gauging tools.
Sad blue haired screeching bleaters,
Mouths foaming, rabidly behave,
Hate soaked, narcissistic cowards.
Their new world, is hardly brave.
Wanton elites condone this,
Inciting the crackpots on,
Collapse of long-cherished values,
Gives these reprobates hard-on.
When bold and inspired patriots,
Struggle to right this listing ship.
Result, is brain fogged miscreants,
Convulse in a hissy fit.
These crooks dream up collusions,
And lie through their rotten teeth,
To strike down all Americans,
Who care for country's health.
While not necessarily fearless,
We refuse to live in fear.
Perhaps not quite heroic,
Will stand for freedoms held dear.
It is values of our fathers,
Inspire in us will to resist.
And insights of our mothers,
Dispel mists of deceit.
No, hardships won't deter us,
To acquiesce is not a choice.
Behind our backs is our homeland,
Speak up and raise your voice.
Eternal vigilance shields the nation,
To be free is a life-long fight.
Our virtues are the foundation,
The shining beacon, to greater heights.
Written on March 01, 2022
Submitted by RosenkrantzA on March 03, 2022
Modified by RosenkrantzA
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