Picket signs high


Angry faces

Stop now

Turn away

Head spins in all directions

Eyes blurred

Blue building

Suddenly looks red


Bright lights

Girls heads hang low

Sign here

Put this gown on

Legs open wide on sternals

Holding side rails

Screen beeps

Would you like to see?

Turn away…no

Shouting is now silent, they still there waiting

 Visions of picket signs remain

They won’t leave

Choice, my choice, they chose

No I choose

Extract it 


  • Author: Queen Max (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 9th, 2022 21:03
  • Category: Sociopolitical
  • Views: 13
  • User favorite of this poem: Paul Bell.
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry and subscribe to My Poetic Side ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors Weekly news


  • Paul Bell

    Spot on.
    When did others decide your body was their decision and their business to run your life as they thought best.

    • QueenMax

      Exactly! Thanks for the comment.

    To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.