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The Lady has fallen

When it comes to bullets
The target has never been white
They are ghosts
Coming and going
wherever they like
As if they are exempt
Of life
Not even national security
Dares to defy.
The torch has fallen
No more fire
It’s extinguished
By the very first man in power.
A ripped book
No laws seem to exist
Spilled democracy
Stained honor
No security
Scarlet letters
are sent through images
Let the whole world
A buffoon is in office
An easy target is our nation.
What a big act
Has been shown.
It makes you wonder
What is brewing
behind curtains?
What is the next act?
What is he hiding?
This show has got to stop!

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