Our [untitled] Country

Bright lights in night skies

Hovering over covered eyes
Those secrets,
These lies!
When will WE find time
To fight back
And rewind
To a better day.
Hold tight to those sights
That you see with new heights.
We've set new goals
For old folks in new homes.
Democracy ran out of time.
We've become pregnant with fear.
An adolescent! A farmer! An engineer!
All struggle with little hope.
To just become the punch-line in every joke.