Joyously filling my head with echoes, filled with rhythms
that lift my spirits and bring me into a much higher reality
than before.
Signs accumulating, sending omens of what the future holds
in store, rigid and tight control, trying to be made on
Americans, yet a force is silently growing.
Steadily coming together to overthrow this person who is
trying to take over and ruin our nation of goodness.
A beautiful message is now proliferating and taking hold
across America.
People coming together, realizing the evil that is trying
to permeate our lives and taking action silently, quietly,
against us.
Power of it genuinely growing and spreading quickly, nothing
or no one will ever be strong enough to defeat American
people.
Especially now, they have united against the tyranny and evil
overcoming it without fail.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, feels like a plot...enchanting.