Poetry

March 19, 2018 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

Fibonacci Blue photo

 

By

Arlene Antoinette

 

 

 

We the People

 

 

We sit glued to the television set

watching our new American heroes

go for gold, silver and bronze. America,

land of the strong.

We cheer as they ski, skate and snow-

board down the sides of mountains,

face to the wind, years of practice

to make the perfect run. America,

home of the brave. In our backyards,

children huddle in closets and behind book-

shelves. Others are on their knees, calling

home. I love you mom. I love you dad. I’m

sorry for not being a better son. I’m sorry for

not being a better daughter. Some lay frozen

with fear. Others lay dead. America,

home of the free.

Hard work and focus brought us to this point.

Skis under feet, hands on ski poles. Anger and revenge

brought us to this point. Gun in hand, finger

on trigger. America, the beautiful. Americans raise

their hands in victory as they beat their best time.

Americans raise their hands in fear as they’re directed

by police officers to run to safety.

We sit in front of our televisions and cheer

as Americans win.

We sit in front of our televisions and cry

as Americans die.

God Bless America.

 

 

 

 

 

Arlene Antoinette

Arlene Antoinette is a writer who pens poetry, flash and song lyrics. More of her work may be found at: Sick Lit Magazine, The Feminine Collective, GirlSense and NonSense and Boston Accent Lit.

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