America, Come Back To Me

They wrote it down by candle flame. Risked their lives, their sons,

their names. No crown, no king, no ruling class. Power checks so

it wouldn't last. They dreamed a law, not endless aid. Of earned reward

for the work you made. Borders drawn a common thread. A nation owned

by those it fed. They said, "Guard this well. It won't survive.

If truth is sold, the laws don't apply. Freedom dies when

rules collapse. When mercy's cut from wisdom's map." They feared the day words lose

their meaning. Rights get bent to serve the scheme and they knew the