These Colors Don’t Run

I’ll wear my patriotic shirt

On a scorching July day

Red, white, and blue displayed

In the shape of a flag, hurray!

RED for valor and strength

Although these days it seems

That bluster and lies have replaced those

The further right we lean.

And WHITE for innocence and purity

Even as we confine kids to cages

Perhaps white stands for blindness now

As we ignore their desperate faces.

BLUE for justice and perseverance–

Justice for whom? Perseverance in what?

When our courts favor a select few

And our system leaves some to rot.

Let freedom ring, we cry

The Stars and Stripes salute

But a kneeling man is chastised

His freedom of speech is moot

I know my verse is lacking, y’all, and I’ll never be a true poet. But my country is hurting right now. And worse, we’re hurting innocents. I’ll celebrate the 4th, but not with a blind eye to the atrocities we’re committing.

Peace, people

The Saddest Things

If tomorrow booted goons came to silence my free speech,

If in the night I found myself imprisoned for my beliefs,

The saddest thing would not be my arrest, but that 

Friends like you would sit by and say, Well she did bring it on herself.

Oh, you might wring your hands when the executioner comes,

And you might pray for my poor soul’s repose,

But the saddest thing is you’ve watched democracy poisoned

And opened wide for the bringer of death’s dose.

With every measure this fool in charge claims greatness

A sleight of hand meant to convince and confuse

So when my body is hanged in the virtual square,

It’s your gullibility that’s tightened the noose.

And the saddest things are the memories of you with fierce ideals 

Now turning a blind eye to injustices in a quest for the status quo

Those protest songs traded now for hymns of the prosperity gospel

Nothing like an evangelical sermon and a gaudy mummer’s show.