What is decaying?

You tell me

When I look at the pieces of a broken country

Singing their anthem sarcastically

Waving their flag like a mockery

Flinging their history books from the shelf

A populace that seems to hate itself.

The key to healing is communication

But the media’s preaching self-deprivation

So instead of wielding the tools of fixation

The nation succumbs to persistent damnation.

The word on the street is always they’re “leaving”

But if running is default, what’s left for achieving?

All is hopeless, if that’s what you’re perceiving

You lose fifty percent if you’re not believing.

Don’t give up, go down on action

You have speak up if you want to gain traction

Fight for your rights, if you want interaction

Pointing out wrongs is a pointless reaction.

So, take a stand!

Spread the love, lend a hand

Turn dystopia into the promised land

A movement of change doesn’t always start grand

All it takes is one act, destined to expand.

Together, we can reverse the decaying.