An Epistle of Betrayal
I wonder what we will leave our children
A scorched earth and the bitter
Stench of hatred and division
If there is an earth at all
I wonder what I shall say as they
Drag me off to prison.
For being who I am.
For existing.
I wonder how I will explain –
Away.
The ignorance of a man
Who believes in his own
Hype.
The insecurity of a sex –
Hell bent on finding worth by,
Persecuting
The other.
And you. Sweetheart.
Wear your blue bracelet –
complicit
tell me you’re ‘safe’
With blue bangles – shackles
on wrists that will never
actually be chained
never too loud though right?
Decry the persecution.
in your mind just a vote
From the sidelines.
Solidarity in –
your subtle nods
and tutting
Support.
just in case you need to assimilate
while we flee from ‘justice’
You are not safe.
You will watch
Silently,
as the 0.01 percent
Of a population –
Are locked in the chains
Of the danger
Your fellow ladies
Instigated.
Complicit in their own
Downfall.
And
Mine.
you think it’s enough
it is not enough
with so many of our lives in danger
go on make yourself a victim
you will be soon enough.
You can tell your own
children
Why.
but how can i
look my countrymen
in the eye
when they could have voted
for that monster
and how can i
go back to trusting
anyone new
when they could have co-signed that hate –
that hate
that will kill
not a matter of if
but when
hell –
it’s killed already
so how do i ever
sit across from
someone who voted
for the active deconstruction
of my rights
my family’s rights
there is not one person
in my life
that was not betrayed by this
and i don’t know how to
reconcile that with continuing to exist
amongst them
and now they really are a “them”
and i never really wanted it to be like that
but they sold us out
and they have a list-
And,
You can tell your own
children
Why.
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