black boots swallowed streets whole
their faces hidden behind hard stone
a knock was not a request
a hand through the doorframe shattered
america how did you become this
a house of broken hearts
a sanctuary of unmarked vans
men without names steal bodies away
their mothers wail into the earth
i wake in a land of sirens
freedom trembling behind each tongue
what is liberty if it is chained
to fear sold as safety
to fear louder than love
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A powerful poem of fear and nightmares now real. Where freedom lies on the ground for years we fought the Nazis then the Communists now we use their tools to build what we call freedom.
Very well
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