Democracy

Democracy. America. Poem. Protest.

Staring in rear views at those who came before us 
Steady. Stable. Aiming anger 
Them baby boomers just don't hear much. 
Blue in the face, about it and truth with its grace 
Eighth is the day we served a plate disgrace, to democracy, 
If you don't understand the bigger portrait we face
You lock souls with ignorance in mirrors every morning you wake.
Remnants of history that echoes today
The canvas of society
Ridiculed and drowned 
Sit ins in oceans and swimming pools
A wave of emotions 
Heavy chip on my shoulder 
Toting an anchor, it's broken.

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

"Democracy"
Ty,
The first two lines say the most in this poem and really this is where people can see what it took to even have the country we have. I wonder what would happen to the world if we were gone.
"Staring in rear views at those who came before us'Steady. Stable. aiming anger.
Blessings,
Kathy

[Ty]

I'd imagine Mother Earth reclaiming what is rightfully hers. The vehicle to flourishing. Or more importantly the realization we're a hatch mark in time. The division is for nothing

[Nariko]

I like the way you demonstrated the truth about democracy in this poem

[Pete]

Great thoughts here. Well written. Like the way you ended. Title sums up nicely.

[Ty]

Thank you, thank you. I really appreciate the kind words.

[Paul Morris]

I liked this. A good mix of subtle and explicit, and I felt it.

[Ty]

New to this. Really appreciate the review. Thank you.