America
Turmoil
Broken windows and broken bones
He has a gun
Protecting what is rightfully his
Watch your back
Nothing makes sense
Black or Blue?
White or Black?
Straight or Crooked?
Male or Female?
Or somewhere in between?
Which pronoun told you that you could be anything?
Logic and sense is nowhere to be found
Protectors walk around
With blood dripping from their heads
Because demons wander this world
Looking for souls to take
Believing they will win the fight
That has already been won
Pick your side
Where do you belong?
It has nothing to do
With the choices we’ve been given
It’s about a love that is unconditional
Or a broken ambition
The end is coming
Hold your life dear, or let it go
Grasp tightly and break the skin
Or free your hand and let life begin
Copyright © Jessica Stafford | Year Posted 2020
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