I do not wish to create a maze.
I don't want to be blocked by haze.
I want to see where I am going,
I must observe what they're showing.
I stand where a great nation once stood
Before it was draped in a white hood.
Progress only comes in fitting starts
Only to be dragged back and torn a parts.
The ugly mob cheers lie after lie
Even after she tries to challenge, try after try.
Hope itself begins to fade
Inside the bubble that CNN made.
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