Burnt To Soot

Poem By Tim Labbe

Crumpled paper cities
lay atop the tinder
of incendiary words,
where Molotov cocktails
are lobbed on to the
combustible kindling
of freedom's democracy,
burning away all of its hope

, .....its hope of what
America could have been.

Divided, we all fall.
And America burns to soot.

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