Liberty Crumbles
Amid amber waves, where dreams should soar,
Why does the heart still seek something more?
In the land of stars, red, white, and blue,
A paradox brews, shadows misconstrue.
On the street corners, where the city breathes,
Fear whispers louder than the rustling leaves.
Numbers and figures, cold and stark,
Yet, in the soul, a deeper mark.
Violent echoes, a haunting score,
Crimes unseen, behind closed door.
A nation yearns for peace's embrace,
Yet, in the shadows, shadows chase.
In hearts and minds, a rising tide,
Of worry, mistrust, a nation's guide.
In the heart's echo, a yearning plea,
For security's balm, a sanctuary.
Violent echoes in the city's hum,
An unsettling cadence, a beating drum.
A complex weave, a silent roar,
Why does peace elude this tortured shore?
