Policed by toxic masculinity, an entire nation like a battered wife, twitching with PTSD and suppressed anger. Politicians praising the abusers, enabling, perpetuating, celebrating the evil and demonizing the victim. Judges and courts ready to find the technicality that can set a murdering cop free. Churches cheering white supremacy and patriotism as conjoined twins never to be parted. America is a broken home unleashing her traumatized children on an astonished world. © 2020 Deb Moore, All Rights Reserved
I love me some ‘Murica
I am deeply in love with this schizophrenic country I call home.
Land of the free. Home of the firm and fast opinions on subjects one knows absolutely nothing about.
Of thee I sing with a courage of convictions completely unencumbered by contemplative thought.
Our rights are life, liberty, and the pursuit of a government of, by, and for all the right people.
I may disagree with what you say, but I will defend to the death my right to vote for the other side.
Election day’s a-comin’.
Let freedom ring.