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.