they swelter under the shelter
of duodenal disdain
salvation proclamation
hymn hummed helter-skelter.
who are we to gift them
of our holier than thou
bread and water
served under asylum?
equal opportunity
persecution
doled out
with military precision
wrapped in red-tape ribbons.
did they hear the pop pop pop
of our birthday celebrations
and shudder violently?
\fear needs no translation\
these babies have seen stars
worn stripes beyond their years
it is not pride the anthem
conjures in my tears.
history repeats
drum beats
repeats
\repulses\
and the children
suffer for our fears
Perfectly said. 😕
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you! Disgusting, isn’t it?
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yeah, it sure is. 😠
LikeLiked by 1 person
Wonderfully said.
LikeLiked by 1 person
“it is not pride the anthem/ conjures in my tears”, indeed…😔
LikeLiked by 1 person
This is so good. I love it!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Sarah
LikeLiked by 1 person
Always
LikeLike