Juliet Grant

Can you hear the roar of the crowd? 

The thousands of people, 

Kids, teens, adults and seniors. 

All screaming at the corrupt administration that we call a government. 

We will not be silenced. 

We must change or She shall die,

Our selfishness causes Her to cry.

Whispering wind in my ear,

Her desperate cry for me to hear. 

Dear leaders,

You say you love us

The children of your country

But you do what is best

For you

Even though

We are the future

Of our country

We are your legacy

How can you expect us

Preamble

What is democracy to you?

Is it a flag of red, white, and blue waving in the air on the back of your pickup truck while complaining to the administrators that immigrants are "infiltrating" your kid's school?

I'm so mad I can hardly write poetry anymore, 

every word rushes out and tumbles down, 

knocking the inside of my skull, 

a dull roar that follows me to school and home again.