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We Were Spectators

I Our cry, silenced. We watch the murder of our freedoms Like spectators at a lynching. Our Twenty-first-century forbearance rubbed out, Our twentieth-century sensibilities never happened. High court corruption, A misogyny hell-bent on a 19th-century revival. In its myopic mendacity, In its mockery of fundamental democracy, We all take great comfort in knowing A women’s body is now state-regulated. There is great solace in knowing how Raped little girls will be forced to give birth. II Our cry, silenced. Oh, see all the words never included, Never even considered in the Constitution: “Lesbian,” “gay,” “desegregation.” Too busy were the founders with tending Their slaves in 1789. Too busy they were in stealing land from Native Americans. The founders never wrote of Jews or Muslims, They never knew the word “Latinx.” But something in the mischief of children Tells us who we really are today! Not when women were executed for witchcraft. Not when the founders made a Constitutional guide Like sausage.

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Date: 7/14/2022 9:34:00 PM
Dr. Wells, it's been a long time ... Great offering I welcome. The lines are original & Twellian. Insight supreme about "mischief of children," reveals us humans, is superlative. ThanX for visiting my humble work. Shalom shalom for Hope
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Thomas Wells
Date: 7/14/2022 10:37:00 PM
It is great to get your thoughts about this piece and to hear from you once again. You are a fine poet, so I am honored by your attention. Take care, Anil!
Date: 7/14/2022 8:02:00 PM
Quite a searing poem, Thomas. No punches pulled. There is so much truth in each line. Congratulations on a hard hitting write! Brian
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Thomas Wells
Date: 7/14/2022 8:27:00 PM
Thank you, Brian. This was a difficult poem to write in so many ways. I knew it might not sit well with some readers, but I felt a moral obligation to complete it.