Land of The Free

'Land of The Free' they call it

Not so much anymore

An unstable structure

With cracks down the core

A punctured bicycle wheel

You can pump it back up

All you can do

Is cover it up with some duct tape

Which will eventually fall of

From bad weather or a mere scrape

It is scarred as we know it

And for many years to come

No new president

Will truly find another wheel

It is up to the people

To do their part

And the governments role

To guide them

And eventually

A pristine bike will emerge

And the opressed country

Will once more

Become the Land of The Free