Own worst enemy
the opposite of pro is con, that’s why it’s called congress.
The very disease giving this country jaundice.
Their antics so monstrous.
As a mass we’re unconscious.
Allowing them to continue their actions makes us the accomplice
Guilty by lack of action.
Cuz They keep us busy with distraction
What’s more valuable, the cost of freedom or your next transaction?
I️ hope I’m gaining some traction
We can’t curate change when we divide ourselves into factions.
Leaves one to wonder,
Is unity realistic or just a hopeful abstraction?
About the Creator
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