Title: The Fragile Thread of Democracy
Dark echoes of insurrection unfold, A nation's tale yet to be fully told. In the aftermath of a tumultuous year, Lamenting the price we pay, so dear.
Stalking the halls of justice, bold and brazen, An insurrectionist's plot, cleverly unshaken. The charge of treason, a grave accusation, Yet justice evades, weaving a tale of frustration.
Emblazoned with words of liberty and might, America's heritage caught in the fight. But when leaders falter, ignoring their vow, The threads of democracy weaken somehow.
A president, once held in high esteem, Now tainted by actions, a dubious regime. The law should be blind, with righteousness engraved, Yet prosecution falters, leaving us enslaved.
Fragile democracy trembles in its path, As insurrectionist's echoes sow their wrath. With impunity, they roam, unburdened by the law, The roots of justice weakening, fragile and raw.
Oh, America, where lies your true power, When those who incite chaos face but a flicker? The sacred duty to prosecute, now forsaken, Democracy's fragility becomes unshaken.
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