Won’t talk about the war
Standing tall you
Let chocolate melt on your tongue
Behind your
Colonial columns
Grateful and white
And guilty for feeling
Like you don’t have a dog in this fight
Who are you calling dog
You’re in here with us
You’ve got those big white teeth
Bare them at evil
Bark in resistance
A fleck of anxiety
A colorful sky
Babies in bags
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This is potent!
Love your poem!