I am not the author, but this sums up how I feel. The Day The United States Died On the fifth of November, the nation fell, A quiet collapse, no trumpet, no bell. Once bright with promise, now dimmed with strife, The echoes of freedom slipped into night. A flag once soaring, now tattered and torn, Whispers of hope are all that we mourn. On that day the country breathed its last sigh, Beneath a bruised and unforgiving sky. The streets grew silent, the voices ceased, 1/2