CHRONOLOGICAL THE SOUTH SHALL NOT RISE AGAIN

poem by: Kenvil Atkins
Written on Mar 28, 2025

CHRONOLOGICAL THE SOUTH SHALL NOT RISE AGAIN.
On the Homefront, America is now at war with stubborn leaders
The taste and flavor change, but it's still the same item, I was told
There is but one America! fighting amongst themselves, quite bold
That makes it easy for the enemy to step in the foal and destroy within
Logically! Lack of eyesight makes it impossible for blind men to lead
Stumbling, never reaching, only to end up in a field of sargasso weed
Where is your faith, America? stamped out this bad wraith corrupt seed
Let us not forget the Revolutionary War, which brought us together indeed
We don’t want any more civil war! The South is dead, there is no slavery to pin on
The Union has spoken! The people have awoken. President Donald Trump has won
Things done by half can never be right. own up to your mistakes, though it is no fun
With faith in your hearts, be honest, be true, push the work along, fight with vigor
America! Avoid being laughed at openly; time to reform yourself chronologically
Restitution! Restructuring is needed now, joining in the federation structure
Into the valley of derision, some sort for division, wanting duplication benefaction.
How unwise! Are they gone plumb loco? This nation is hanging in limbo and needs to be free
Democrats offer no solution for the present situation, braying out only reparation
Rouse up, Sirs! bold citizen, give your brains a racking! a robust remedy is lacking
Together, send them packing, It's legacy in turmoil, make America Great Again.

In From The Cold: poems book 10 Raw Energy.
Kenvil Atkins Lewis poet. 

 

Tags: Pain, Encouraging, Faith, Love, Sad,

 

 

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