We are cutting
Ties to our siblings,
Because imaginary lines
Dictate whose lives we should value,
Whose skin should get in,
What we should allow authorities in power to do to them,
This is the slippery slope,
That leads to the unspeakable deeds,
That leads to giving up souls,
For the sake of peace of mind via apathy,
And here we stand,
Where others before us swore we would never again go,
But here we are,
And all hands are red,
As we shuffle aimlessly wondering
What to do,
Trying to remember
What comes next.
Tag: Concentration camps
Tear Gas Tears
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?
She of Letters 