To America
When I mark my ballot
I make certain of the ink...
it is always red to me!
Each stroke, a limb –
each downward pressure
an attempt at stopping
the bleeding, a bullet
having found the torso,
but never the true heart
of a Freedom
loving patriot.
Know what goes into the
right to vote...and leave
that booth shaking with
such honor others sacrificed
their very lives to selflessly
give you....
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2022
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