Waking in Trump's America
The Statue of Liberty's arm is tired.
She may have torn her rotator cuff.
She still has dual citizenship,
wonders if her passport is in order.
She imagines lowering her arm,
dousing the torch in the harbor,
boiling the sea and seething Ellis Island.
Friends, look at the person next to you.
Put your arm around their shoulder.
Help them keep that torch in the air.
Tell them you'd never turn them in.
We're the resistance now.
Thursday, December 15, 2016
Goodreads Poetry Contest
Goodreads, a social networking site for book lovers, has a poetry contest each month. This month's winning poem is by Jan Steckel, and it really captures how many people are feeling at the moment:
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