It is a terrible thing when 

democracy

kindness

peace

is taken away.

I think it must be almost worse when that pain becomes dull a 

Bruise

That won’t go away.

America, the beautiful place of the free.

Where people from everywhere come to see,

to speak and love and create with others.

To live and laugh with our brothers and sisters.

“land of the free” but we watch our step, so we don’t get taken away, and our rights are slowly started to fade

let the ice melt
let them lose their pelts of hate and coldness
let them see

let them see the horror they cause,
turning neighbors into enemies

America was once known

For its promise

The American promise

That stated everyone was equal

No matter their race

Or gender

Now it’s known

& it was the tensest last period class I've ever been in. Well, for me, at least,

and maybe only for me - when the announcement came on to secure

the school, no going outside, continue as normal,

a rock sat atop a ledge

on the side of the road,

its home.

sometimes people would

kick it around

on their daily runs

to who knows where,

a frivolous action according to

the little rock.

Pledge your life to liberty and justice,

raise your hand and take an oath to serve and protect,

who are you protecting though?

I watch the news and see agents hurting the innocent,

children,

-- free would,

& all the spiraling connotations that come

in the afterthoughts of it, the explanations,

the tin bucket full of pieces with bark still on

for no one wants something they could've had. 

I do not pledge allegiance to the Disunited States of America.

And to the republic for which it stood, under atoms,

With liberty and justice for WHITE STRAIGHT CIS MEN.

We are told this is a free country ... 

But that's until someone speaks their mind 

That's until someone points out someone's differences 

The chemicals

They fill 

Blackening lungs

Cameras out

They capture

loud shots

Man down

Gas thrown 

Child gone

And while

people fall