My country is a liar, dressed in red, white and blue,
He shouts from gilded podiums, pretending to be true.
But Truth is lost in party lines, where Reason’s left behind,
And in the search for Power, Justice has been struck blind.
He paints himself in a corner, with every careless stroke,
A masterpiece of hypocrisy; promises are broke.
Both sides entrenched in dogma, too proud to bend or sway,
And in this dance of folly, the people lose their way.
He draws the gun in anger, but missed his mark in haste,
Intent to wound another, yet it’s his foot laid to waste.
He wants to punish others for his own missteps and pain,
Yet he’ll have to lower arms if he wants our trust regained.
For in the West, it echoes loud, from capitals to streets,
Where Power trumps Integrity, and Truth lies in defeat.
My country is a liar, but it’s not alone in shame,
For many wear the same disguise, in this twisted game.
So here we fall, divided, by colors that don’t blend,
And watch the leaders falter, as they fail to comprehend.
That Truth is not a weapon, nor a tool to manipulate,
But a bridge we must all cross, before it is too late.
