If This Is The Edge, What's After It?

Picking Up The Pieces/Ludens

We're looking for change,
We're looking for hope,
We're looking for a new sunrise,
After the death of the Land of the Free.
Nothing is certain,
2 doors presented to the grieving people.
One leading to a new sunrise, a potential end to hate, that will ensure the safety of whatever new world we find ourselves in,
Or the other one leading to the exact things that killed the Land of the Free already, the hate of hyperpartisantism, political polarisation and a man who doesn't care for his own people.
Either door we choose, we don't know what will be at the end,
But one thing we know,
Is that nothing will be the same.

The Land of the Free has burst into flames,
That previously proud star spangled banner now a broken dream,
The stars extinguished by hate, gridlock and pain.
The blue the ocean of the unknown, and the red the blood of this nation.
Now on fire, the banner is a victim of the indecisiveness of this country,
No one knowing what to do now they've burned it up in the fires of hate.

Neither side can talk anymore,
The right going further into their own trenches of the pain of the past,
The left unable to stop them, going further into their own trench of the uncertainty of the future.
The other people are too small to do anything,
As neither side are willing to even talk about their policies,
Without a fight breaking out.
Words of hate are thrown between them,
Democracy seemingly on fire,
In a land which was meant to be such a beautiful place.

There is however,
One bit of hope.
And those are the people of the future,
Those who have seen this nation burn alive over 4 years of uncertainty,
And are now able to take control of their fate,
To be the generation finally realising the problems of not just this nation,
But the world,
And are willing to pick up the pieces of their forebear's mistakes,
And try to rebuild a new world,
Without the mistakes of the first.
The world dreams of a hopeful future,
Where all people are equal,
Where there is hope for all,
And democracy lives,
And this generation might just be the ones to finally do it.
We don't know,
But these people are the ones to pick up the pieces,
To try and rebuild.

In the most important election of the century, according to some,
And with no clear winner,
The US is presented with 2 doors.
Blue or Red.
Both have positives, and both have problems,
Unseen crisises and more.
But this time, the future seems to be brighter, behind blue,
But people are still scared of the future,
Not wanting to go over the edge into a potentially better future.
Whatever happens,
Things will never be the same,
Maybe for the better,
As by picking up the pieces of this broken nation, and rebuilding it into something better,
The new world might be better than anyone could have dreamed of.

('You're not to be so blind with patriotism that you can't face reality. Wrong is wrong, no matter who does it or says it.' Malcom X/'If you let go a little you will have a little happiness. Let go a lot and you will have a lot. Let go completely and you will be free.' Oliver Sykes)