We close the door
against the fires
the bootstraps
and the goosesteps
taking the streets.
We turn our eyes
towards a future
imagined, not real
fragile
as it is destroyed.
We hear the sounds
of marching feet
and prayers built
upon self-justification
lies born in the pulpit.
History repeats
in fear and in death
marching forward
though we shield our eyes
and hide ourselves away. ~ Caroline A. Slee