Laid to rest beneath the sod wherein she once thrived,
By all Her loyal countrymen she is survived.
She was known worldwide, as the Home of Old Glory,
Now “Death to Patriotism” appears to be Her story.
Compassionately adored by many in the land of the free,
And coveted abroad by those who like Her longed to be.
She offered prosperity and freedom to all who did desire,
Yet met enemies with unbridled Fury and a burning fire.
Later in Her years, She was taken for granted,
As some began to uproot all She had diligently planted.
A cancer contracted by a cancellation culture,
Corrupted Her body rendering democracy sepulture.
Her once revered sacred ideas were quickly replaced,
Roots of Her democracy unearthed, exposed and freedoms erased.
Betrayed by those she loved, she died a slow, painful death,
She fought the disease with every fleeting breath.
We lay her peacefully to rest in a few short days,
But not until they vandalize her streets and set structures ablaze.
Her History must be rewritten for the facts are just uncouth,
It would be a shame to allow her countrymen the Truth.
No longer shall be heard the Anthem of the free,
For it’s simply criminal to be a Patriot, you see.
For Patriotism died miserable, abandoned, and alone,
“Here lies Patriotism“ can now be read upon Her stone.
