If our Founding Fathers saw the world today,
Their jaws would drop and mutinies would come to pass.
If they saw our struggles to appease the mass,
They’d assume our society would soon decay.
I ask you, though, fellow reader of this poem,
Hasn’t our society its glorious perish begun?
Like a raging monster that is never done
Feasting, would they end this terrible omen?
Appeasement is in our society’s nature,
And what is clear is that it will never end
The constant battle for assumed injustice.
Evil demands repayment for the suture
Created by the hundred year old condescend,
A real slight, but constant pain remains amidst.