The Fall of Freedom Living Through the Death of the American Dream

I never thought I would sit here watching the fall of my country but here I sit. These poems were all written over the winter of 2025 and January 2026 in reaction to life. A majority of them are protest poems, against I.C.E and Homeland Security. I do not recognize my country anymore and I am not handling it well. These poems are my small way of saying. "Hey, As an American, I am not ok with this."