JACKBOOTS

By Jessie McLean

We all see different versions of free,

liberty climbs down to see us

and quickly retreats, the us that couldn't be us

leaves us dreamless.

A divided United States seethes.

But freedom was never what held it together,

that's greed,

that's creating the need and blaming the needy.

You think you're a rebel

but you feed the machine.

Just bring a shovel,

don't ask what for,

they bleed you, they don't see you,

you're throwing up war

and the dirt makes way

for an unmarked grave.

Your gaze never wavers

from the feet that you kiss,

even as their boots nudge you

into the abyss.

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