Your Vote

Your Vote

A Poem by butterfly

Is this the way it felt when Hitler came to power
I feel I am witnessing the USA at its darkest hour
You may have gotten cheap gas
Is it the price of women's freedom thrown out the ceiling's unbroken glass
is the invisibility of women the price to ever last
here in the land where dreams came true?
My mama said she didnt even know what Vance looked like
my married lover I am sorry your girl didn't win
Who are these people I thought I knew
They are the United States of Trump
This USA isn't the rest of us
They say we hope now we can unite
that we will come together be kind
but how can I forget their jokes so racist
How can I forget their careless ways of dismissing childless cat ladies
Saying now she can go back to being Indian
We hear the jokes
do you see your mixed friends feeling the loss of hope
are you proud of your vote
what have you done
you dont even know
heartbroken without hope
I look out the window and see the miserable cold
awaiting its 4 year hold
they all bask and gloat over the days of gold
what have you done
do you know
hope you are proud of your vote

© 2024 butterfly


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Added on November 7, 2024
Last Updated on November 7, 2024

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