If It Was a Choice
You can feel the chaos
all around.
Breaking through by leaps
and bounds.
Fighting just brings
more fighting.
History warns us,
It's in the writing.
I scream out,
Hey, it's me.
Exhausted and
lost at sea.
Blood on your hands,
You seal our fate.
You stand with God,
Blasting your hate.
It's too late for pleads
And regrets.
If you’re here you failed
The test.
You ride with Satan on the
Devils' Sea.
Leave us alone,
Let us be.
The stigma we carry
weighs A ton.
We fight a war that can't
be won.
The crap you say is lies
and fiction.
You direct your hate with
strong conviction.
We will fight to be who
we will be.
If it was a choice,
I would choose you,
instead of me.
Turbo1904?
Copyright © Debbie Middaugh | Year Posted 2023
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