America
The beautiful’s
A lie when thugs
Can crack the law
Across our corpse
As the press shrugs.The lens flare flash
Of the gas mask’s
Unfeeling eye
Reflects the crash
Of fist to rib
And lead to thigh.Washington whores
Peace to police
With men machines
Loaded on war
Who do this to
The least and me.
Hello all! GM Palmer’s poem will serve as our writing prompt for this weekend, as we try our hand at some political writing. Write something in response to the crisis in Ferguson. It can be a poem, and essay, or even a letter or email. And remember, if you like what you wrote, send it to us!
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