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?