A flash of remembrance on a start again day
The crumbling of memory, times fade away,
The dominant discourse is undoubtedly drear
The rolling of thunder, the future unclear. 

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Mesmerised masses accept the news of the day,
Never question the legitimacy of those who hold sway,
This woke intelligentsia virtue-signal it's true
They tear up the debt that we owe to the few.

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So many people now lost, lonely, confused
They don't recognize the country they see on the news
The violence, the murders, leave them cold and alone
Common decency fled from the place they called home. 

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A fortissimo coda might slide into view
To trumpet the fact that nothing is new.