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Shameful as it is, this burden place is still my land;
Though a broken house it may be, it's still my home.
Her foundation is cracked and rattled, but still, we stand;
Pity, her today's "Nero ego" has forgotten the story of Rome.
Despotism no longer hides in ambush along the power corridors;
Its venomous words and twin actions are now commonplace.
Each day the sunrises to waves of injustices and abject horrors;
And a once revered nation now wallows in its own uttered disgrace.
While it may seem that hate and bigotry play death games each day,
Infusing lives with their fisting bloody cuffs of "isms", let us not despair;
Reverse exodus has begun--the Noah-like political flood is on its way.
Rain clouds, lightning, and thunder of retribution have begun to prepare.
The Ark this time will be built with planks of liberty, justice, and undying love;
The Supreme Power of Blacks, Whites, Jews, and Gentiles is watching from above.
