Knee on the Neck of Democracy
We’re praying between bullets, fed pepper
to season our screams, and dodging puppets
who dance on an orange string.
Change came like a lion,
stalked our lungs, then locked us down
in a twitter nest of failure.
What will we look like when hell is over?
When tomorrow doesn’t arrive with
a black coffin sun?
Friday Flash 55 ©Susie Clevenger 2020
©Susie Clevenger 2020