A child on the father’s lap With fearful eyes searching for answers “Are we ok? Who is this mob, dad?” Choking on his tears, he

Poetry, Opinion, Politics
A child on the father’s lap With fearful eyes searching for answers “Are we ok? Who is this mob, dad?” Choking on his tears, he
I hear the storm; I hear evil sounds. They chase me down in the corridors. The growls and rage are on the ground. Casted scene
Attack on Liberty, attack on Freedom By privileged and violent insurrectionists Carrying the flag from ku klux klan Combusting false claims of a stolen election.