Category: Poetry

Marks

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And so we fill our bubbles,
Drag our markers,
Check boxes,
Press buttons,
Press inked fingers,
Punch chads,
We make our mark,
As we believe,
Works democracy,
We put faith in a power
Greater than ours alone,
To craft and mold
This land we call home,
Our faith may ebb and flow
But we all leave a mark,
And based on our vote
Inform what we do and
do not condone

Tear Gas Tears

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Tears streaming
they Run,
Eyes stinging
they run,
Lungs burning
they run,
Anywhere
They Run

Run,
Away from oppression,
Away from persecution

Rush,
Into the loving arms
Of persecution,
Oppression,
Prosecution,
Imprisonment

Anything is better
Right?
America is freedom
Right?

Right?

What have we become?
Or have we always been?
What are we yet to become?
Manifest destiny
And no sympathies,
as wildfires burn
We celebrate with bloody trees,
We plow the Earth with “democracy”,
By upholding elsewhere
Tyrannical puppetry
What have we become?
Tear gasing the babies,
Just usually nimby* [not in my back yard]
And the cult of red hats bob in support
Is this being “great”?
Playing of all the worst moves “again”,
With scientific advances

Gerrymandered borders
Blur nationalist lines,
Never mind what’s behind the curtain
Right?
What worse could come? Right?

At least it’s not…

Like back then;
Like over there;
Like them;
At least it’s not

Me.

Right?

Precious

~ Vanessa ~ Leave a comment

9/6/18

It may have been safe,
Well prepared,
Well packaged,
But somewhere in
Transmission
It can be so easily
Contaminated,
So easily compromised,
Intentionally,
And, or
Unintentionally,
And so in trusting anything
We maintain a level of
Skepticism,
Of caution,
We want to believe
So much,
Blindly,
But we are wired
This way,
To doubt,
To safeguard
Your most precious
Things.