The Personal is Political

You ban them for

where they live,

what they believe.

 

In your squinty gaze millions

of voters state back at me.

 

I quake at your flamestoking,

the dangerous ledge you tout:

Fear of the other.

 

In their shoes I imagine you’ve confirmed

all of their suspicions.

You tell them:

“This Place was never meant for you.”

 

Worse yet, you’ve inspired some to violent action.

 

Fists rise in solidarity, and I can only

hope –

so many more will rise in discontent.

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