A Nation Unraveled

In just a month, our world shook—

Not with a gentle morning stretch,

But like a baby, roughly jolted,

To see what might break.

And break, we did.

The world watches, not with joy,

But with tight-lipped fear,

As our once-strong nation stumbles,

Children playing with deadly toys,

While the rich rewrite the rules.

One tech mogul climbs unchecked,

Shaping himself into a modern tyrant,

His ambitions clear for all to see.

Yet you act surprised.

As if he didn’t lay it out plainly,

As if Project 2025 were a bedtime story,

Not a careful plan for slow collapse.

You read it. You knew it. You voted for it.

And now, you’re shocked at the outcome.

Meanwhile, your partners shout,

“Protect women from trans women!”

As if that’s the real battle,

Ignoring healthcare bans, soaring rents,

And schools scarred by violence

You refuse to acknowledge.

They tear children from their mothers,

Neglect the poor, silence the sick—

But sure, tell me again how a trans woman in a restroom

Is what keeps you up at night.

This nation cries out for help,

Not cloaked in false purity,

Not saviors draped in martyr’s robes,

But pure, unfiltered truth,

A sharp tool to cut out the decay.

I am an American, though pride has faded.

I will not flee, nor will I give up.

I will stay, face the struggle,

And I will live—

With joy, fulfillment, free from hate,

Embracing others’ happiness,

For when oppression ends,

Perhaps then, effort will be required

From those who’ve long been comfortable.