kneeling on the line
head down
a nod to fallen comrades
lovers sisters brothers fathers mothers sons daughters friends
defying the red white blue facade
the home of the free is a lie
at home huddles of angry people are quick to condemn those who want
protection from the state’s brutality
you are more worried about the way we protest (violence free)
a patriotic symbol for ghost soldiers is more worthy of respect
than the brown and poor discarded
Nylon – 2-Ply Polyester – Cotton
put the U.S.A stamp on anything
and suddenly you’re allowed to do everything
no one can question you
we can only follow
if not we are out of line
and must quickly be put back into our place
out of sight
you do not want to know we suffer
because if you do and do nothing
you’ll be caught between weakling and villain
we could tell you not to be afraid
but cannot because we are all afraid of tomorrow
high school history books put a tight bow on our past
bought us reassurance for awhile
we are living our history as we speak
defining it with our non-actions
human suffering is not over nor will it ever be
the bitter pill we must swallow
if we are to be righteous
we cannot be children who don’t know any better
Photo: Flag by Nick Pezzillo [Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs]
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