Respect
The guard at the door said,
“I don’t agree with you, but I respect you,”
As he let the insurrectionists in.
Did he respect the fear they brought
To those who were at work inside?
Did he respect the taking down of
The American flag to fly the flag
Of a would-be king?
Did he respect the breaking of windows,
The crushing of a fellow guard?
Did he respect the trash and filth,
The urine and feces left behind?
Did he respect the man with zipties at the ready?
Those who openly called for the Vice-President,
Seeking him out to do him harm?
Just what did he respect about those
He let walk past?
I fear we’ll never know,
And I also fear we will…
Copyright © Marty Hatcher | Year Posted 2021
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