Before Returning To Alabama

My mother taught me 

not to enable 

violent oppressors,

didn’t yours?

Your taxes pay for 

endless wars

endless violence

come to your senses

break the silence 

you build the private prisons 

and load the policeman’s gun 

God will not forgive you 

you know damn well 

what you’ve done 

you pay corrupt “lawmakers”

who revoke a woman’s choice 

but do you think that they won’t 

cross state lines

in a government Rolls-Royce 

with their mistress in the backseat 

on their way to terminate 

before returning to Alabama 

to oppress 

and spread more hate

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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