Just Never Thought

I never thought I’d come back to a country–our nation–that shoots rubber bullets point blank at journalists and peaceful protesters. Point blank. A country tear gassing peaceful protesters–one painting on an easel, others playing music–so that the president can walk into a staged photo op, Bible held aloft. A desecrated prop. A military attack helicopter…

It Burns

Words Burn Like Acid Dripping from a hateful tongue There is no escape (is there?)