Spare me your red, white and blue claptrap
I don’t want to hear it this year
not in 2022,
when theocrats in dusky judicial robes
strip our rights away
by twisting the law to impose their 18th century notions
on the rest of us;
Spare me myths of wise Founding Fathers,
George Washington was a greedy land speculator,
and the sage of Monticello, Thomas Jefferson, had a yen
for Negro flesh and spread his pale seed among the people
he owned,
never once believing that
all men are created equal;
Spare me tales of divinely inspired destiny,
wave your blood-soaked stars & stripes someplace else,
because no moral God could condone centuries of chattel slavery,
Black men, women, and children bought, sold, traded,
insured, mortgaged, beaten, whipped,
raped,
burned alive and lynched at will;
atone for that and we can speak of Liberty
and Justice for all; atone
for genocide on the plains, for the Trail of Tears and
Wounded Knee,
for the invasion of Haiti
Mexico
the Philippines and
Guatemala
for Hiroshima and Nagasaki, for Afghanistan and
Iraq;
Spare me your fireworks until Donald Trump
is held to account for attempting a coup;
every minute the sociopathic former president
and his traitorous retinue walk free
they mock the rule of law
and make the Department of Justice a euphemism;
Spare me your patriotic speeches and odes to democracy
as long as Mitch McConnell
runs the U.S. Senate like his personal kingdom;
Spare me your 4th of July sales, deals, discounts
I’m not buying;
Spare me your backyard BBQ’s and all-American BS
as long as white Christian fascists
care more for the unborn than they do for the living,
and venerate their guns more than their wives,
sisters and
daughters;
Spare me, America, until you muster
the moral courage to look in the mirror
and not flinch at the
reflection
that makes you so
uncomfortable and afraid.
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