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Marty Hatcher Poem
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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Marty Hatcher Poem
Look to the horizon
And see what's left of day,
A quiet dissolution
Of the thoughts that came our way.
The past is etched in memory
Like a sculpture in the sand;
Slowly it is worn away
By time's impassive hand.
'Til in some future moment,
When we trace a memory,
The detail will escape us
Like the sand that's washed to sea.
Copyright © Marty Hatcher | Year Posted 2024
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Throughout my whole life,
I was taught a white Jesus
Would be my savior.
But Jesus was born
In a land of a people
Who have darker skin.
How can I hate that
which every Sunday morning
I claim to worship?
Copyright © Marty Hatcher | Year Posted 2024
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