There was no scarf across face
No end of pointed gun or knife
That demanded or else
Just a new kind of tyranny
a barrier of arrogance
of privilege
unashamed
mocking
unmoving
for the freedom he thinks he represents.
In the smile on his young face
moored, this unfathomably legacy
this “great” era,
where hate masquerades as freedom
an assumed privilege,
without boundaries
without responsibility.
a dawn bird
A Shared Space 
The current dilemma, I love how this is both personal and yet corporate in its application.
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Yes! Words powerfully penned! ❤
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Thanks, Eliza. I feel so troubled sometimes about what I see and hear.
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