I see you
rioting in the streets,
shadows of fury
against the light of order.

I see you
waving foreign banners
while setting fire
to the flag
that bore our fathers’ blood.

I see you
hurling rocks and bottles,
striking at cars,
at police,
at the very troops
sworn to guard your freedom.

I see you.
We all see you.
But still,
no one hears you.

For it is not chaos
that speaks in this land,
but conviction
at the ballot box.

It is not
the roar of mobs,
but the quiet power
of citizens casting votes,
that shapes the destiny of a nation.

That is the covenant
the Founders forged.
That is the way
it was meant to be.
That is the way it is.