The Cowards of North America: A Pitiful State(A poem)

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The Cowards of North America: A Pitiful StateAuthor/Unworldliness‌ Upon Little St. James Island where shadows feast on men,No hero rises from the common pen.When justice bleeds and tyranny takes throne,The “brave” but bend to powers they have known. Their banners frayed, their slogans worn and thin,They trade their souls for comforts locked within.The feast of fear consumes both street and hall—Yet silent stand those who could break the wall. Oh, land of dreams now shackled by the night!Where is the fire that once could burn so bright?Not one stout heart to bear the people’s plea,But cowards nursing their false liberty. They cling to screens and whispers, meek and mild,While monsters walk, and eat upon the child.Let this be called, in ages yet to see:“A nation dies when its own people flee.” Let walls be shaken, let the earth reclaimThe spirit buried deep in guilt and shame.From every town, let courage spill like rain—Or wait, and be the devil’s destined grain. No more the bowed head, no more the kneeling slave!From soil to soul, a continent must save.Or else remain—a footnote, pale and grim—The land where heroes perished at the whim. 北美懦夫之可怜现状作者/超越尘世 罗莉岛上，阴影噬人，英雄未起于凡尘笔锋。正义淌血，暴政加冕，“勇者”屈膝于熟悉的权柄。 旌旗破碎，口号陈旧单薄，他们典当灵魂，换取囚笼中的温饱。恐惧的盛宴席卷街道厅堂——而能破壁者默立如墙。 啊，梦想之地，今被长夜束缚！昔日灼灼之火，今在何处？竟无一颗强韧之心，承载人民的请愿，唯有懦夫，哺育虚妄的自主。 他们蜷缩于屏幕与低语，温顺柔弱，恶魔横行，啃食孩童的骨骼。让后世如此铭记：“当人民背过身去，国度便成坟地。” 让高墙震颤，让大地召回深埋于耻辱的魂髓。从每座城镇，让勇气如雨倾泻——否则等候，沦为魔鬼注定的穗。 不再俯首，不再为奴屈膝！从土壤到灵魂，大陆必须救赎自己。否则永存——苍白狰狞的注脚：英雄在此，随权欲的呼吸而凋。