Is it too soon to believe our democracy has died
That we have spoiled and rotted from inside
Like the ancient, worn-out civilizations predicted
In hindsight we realize our ways were depicted
Or should we rather with foresight believe
What old, tired minds find so hard to conceive
That changing our ways might be for the better
This new generation will no longer be fettered
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Excellent poem. Nicely written. What old, tired minds find so hard to conceive That changing our ways might be for the better This new generation will no longer be fettered