A House Divided

A Poem on Politics, Power, and the Price of Silence

Two truths can exist on opposite sides,

Progress begins where the middle resides.

You bleed red, but forget there’s blue in the sky,

You feel blue, but fail to ask why.

Corporate hands write laws behind closed doors,

While the rich trade votes just for personal scores.

The people cry freedom, but their voices are thin,

Lost in the shadow of the lobbyist’s grin.

The drums of war still thunder overseas,

As we scroll past death on our phones with such ease.

Tyranny knocks with a faraway sound,

Yet we argue on stages while blood stains the ground.

The dream we were sold sleeps restless at night,

Waking to sirens instead of first light.

What once was a ladder now leans on no wall,

The rungs have rusted, the climb is a fall.

Those who know truth stay silent in fear,

While the loudest speak lies that no one will clear.

Facts are forgotten, replaced with a tweet,

Science and reason are lost in the echo’s repeat.

Cheap goods from afar once lined all our shelves,

But tariffs may turn us against former selves.

Allies we trusted now question our stance,

As we drift through history in a thoughtless trance.

The lone wolf may howl, but the pack survives,

In unity, a broken nation revives.

Yet we’re fed on fear and partisan pride,

And silence remains where we once would confide.

American values—once bold and bright—

Now flicker and fade in the dead of night.

What’s right feels uncertain, what’s wrong feels unclear,

While the voice of the people can no longer cheer

But still, we endure with questions unspoken,

In search of a bond that was never quite broken.

Perhaps through the cracks, the truth might still gleam—

A faint, fading star in the American dream.