Not I. Not We. Not the People.
A poetic essay on the impending death of a nation.
There is a sickness that the United States of America is utterly rife with. And it deserves all the drama and alarm that that first sentence carries with it.
This aftershock of the plague is a plague in and of itself. A plague to the many due to the complacency of the few. The ignorance and exuberance…