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
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

History Repeats

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