broken ground bleeds injustice, pain pulsing red from fractured clay fissures, cliffs, canyons divided so wide so deep we grieve lurch forward halting come be, re-member together no longer weaponize comfort or turn words into knives to stab the silence tumbled in chaos, cacophony staged locked in echo chambers algorithms the chains, shackled to screens in the matrix we made this uncivil war between red, white and blue while hope dares to breathe fractured facts scatter in discontent’s winter, contagions rage alternative truth unashamed house of mirrored illusions trust eroded like sand standing guard in a storm surge, battered by winds blown in circles we spin the power flickers and dims but the gas light is ON... ...until... we turn it OFF and begin again. —dm perry 1/20/21
Written in response to the lies about election fraud that gave rise to the Capitol insurrection. I pray now with this new administration we can begin to see truth and trust restored.
