I will kneel on broken glass as
my blood stains the pearly sheen so that
you will see I've resorted to my last option: begging
before you (as a woman should be) to rip
the cloth around your eyes away &
see the world for what it is
what we've become
the path we've been set on by one man
whose power and authority is said to
rule over all under our flag:
white stripes for the real men of our nation
red stripes from my knees from pleading too long
blue oceans from the tears I’ve cried.
You were elected to serve your people
not your God
not your ideologies
your people
who are struggling with inflation and the cost of tariffs
who are worried about their Medicare
who are fearful of sending their children to school;
they put their trust in you &
you abuse it every time he opens his mouth
& your backbone withers & dies.
I will kneel on broken glass as
my blood stains your beloved flag; I would happily
bleed out if it means you finally understand
the exact cost silence will give you.
Posted in response to the challenge Democracy & Ethics – Writing.
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