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Faces of Default

a bleak look a where political brinkmanship could take us

By Morgan Rhianna BlandPublished 11 months ago 1 min read
Faces of Default
Photo by Alex McCarthy on Unsplash

See the flashing warning lights

Blazing red to match the ties

Of shining armored knights

Turned dragons in disguise

Breathing our fiery demise

With their poisonous lies


Hear the people in the street

Begging for a crumb to eat

Crying out come rescue me

While the powers that be

Ignore their anguished pleas

To end their uncertainty


Feel the crippling worry start

Like an invisible venomous dart

Stinging, seeping into your heart

LIves splintered and torn apart

As all securities depart

Leaving behind no hope to impart


Smell the acrid cloud of smoke

Stifling as you gag and choke

On the promises you revoke

Purses once flush with cash now broke

Consumed by the flames you stoke

With the battle lines you invoke


Taste the bitter salt

Tears on the faces of default

The one you failed to halt

The American dream we sought

Is now all for naught

And it’s all your fault

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About the Creator

Morgan Rhianna Bland

I'm an aroace brain AVM survivor from Tennessee. My illness left me unable to live a normal life with a normal job, so I write stories to earn money.

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