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Rebecca Stanton Poem
Too many women with fewer choices
Too many kids dodging bullets in fear
Too many in danger for just being queer
So many attempts to silence our voices
Too many immigrant lives at stake
Too many survivors shocked and dismayed
With abuse and intolerance so pompously displayed,
All the oppression keeps me awake
I see too many cold and hateful hearts
Compassion eroded by fear and hostility
I see too much violence rain down with no remedy
Violence we support, violence we ignore, and the violence we start
Force fed endless lies and empty vows
Banned books, stolen rights; all while poverty’s on the rise
Watching history repeat right before of our eyes
A path is paved for tyranny and the complicit wonder how
Too many dreams left destroyed
Too many drowning in a hopeless sorrow
Figuring out how to get through tomorrow
And trying our best not to fall to the void
Too much strife
Too much pain
The American refrain
What a perilous fight
O beautiful, land of the free
Only free for a privileged few
With so many in shackles, put there by you,
Would God shed his grace on thee?
To America I say, I hope you’re happy my friend
This is exactly what you wanted
And while the rest of us are degraded and hunted
Will you say America is finally great again?
Copyright © Rebecca Stanton | Year Posted 2024
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