It came to be,
After Roe for me,
My Independent sway,
Had slipped away.

To keep my voice,
There was collective choice,
To wade in deep,
To maintain our sleep.

The fathers founding,
Again is floundering,
The status quo,
To revert to row.

You & us
Will thrive on fuss,
There’ll be no vengeance.

say it

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