I find myself a stranger in this land
With unknown issues slipping out of hand
Lost and forgotten on these streets of glass
All vision clouded by a wall of crass
Once was our rights meant freedom from the fear
That arrogance would chance to anchor here.
We’ve been remiss and careless in our cause
Our cowardice and lies should give us pause
This place is weakened by a flock of fools
Who have no goal except ignore the rules
And bow a nation down to even score
What happens when the Fagin yields no more ?
Claire V. Bogdanos 