Primed For Intolerance
Lady Liberty’s torch burns. . .
burning the liberal conscience.
Darkness
a cover for spite, hatred.
Fires light the night sky.
Political pandering
battles with peace’s torch.
Uncontrolled chants for justice lead to
uncontrollable chance for carnage
for clamor
for chaos.
Consciences are seered,
primed for base intolerance.
January 12, 2021
Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2021
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