A shadow falls across the land,
A heavy fist, a cruel command.
Them and us, a bitter divide,
Kindness buried, hate takes stride.
Strong is right, the only way,
Crushing voices, day by day.
The books are burned, the wise are scorned,
A world of anger, newly born.
The gentle heart is pushed aside,
As fear becomes the only guide.
The flags are waved, the slogans roar,
While peace and love exist no more.
T.M.Solvang
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