written January22. 2025
for the "In their voice historical poetry" contest
by Crystal Wood
As supposedly told by Michael Fanone, Capital Police Officer A bit of snow melted on the ground as the crowd gathered loudly around Their leader liked the boisterous noise especially intrigued by Proud Boys. An ordinary, cold-weather day with flags and banners in proud display Their leader said, "fight" and so they fought a sadder day, I'd have never sought. Jan.6 promoted as Best Rally and will ever be one to tally the Police wounded and those who died as the leader's warriors stormed inside. I fought today in stunned disbelief I was filled with the worst kind of grief for it was our countrymen we fought against iron rods and sprays they had brought The floor was slick with everyman's blood the very floor where Abe Lincoln stood the law-makers ran as the walls shook No word came, as leader chose to look. They searched and searched for VP Mike Pence to hang for he obeyed law and sense But the next time may ring the war's bell and Democracy die--time will tell. If I live a thousand or more years time won't dry the hundreds of my tears I've shed since our country's fateful day hate and anger ensure that they stay.
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