YEARNING FOR YESTERDAY

My hands tied behind my back, mouth taped shut,

I am swept into this untenable world…not of my making

Ignorance and blatant thievery writ large upon a corrupt canvas

Erasing the once-sacred document created by God for us,

that guided our actions to an equitable state of balance, of liberty…

wiped clean and modeled in a malicious manner that will enslave us

With every fiber of my being, I yearn for yesterday.

copyright © 11-3-2020, Jackie Marx

I wrote this prose poem for a Poetry Chapbook. These were my thoughts about losing our Democracy to the people that wish to tear it down.