first we tried the boxes.

lined up in droves, exhausted, hours away from obligation

our little slips of paper thrown to the wayside, shoved in drawers, in fires

then we tried the streets.

footsteps without firearms, discussion without discord

our cries and pleas ignored, promises bent, erased, broken

next we tried the windows.

glass and shrapnel flying, black and red masks

their rifles like railguns, our flailing bodies like styrofoam

last we tried our weapons.

metal against flesh, flesh to ash

polling stations turned to armories

alleys turned to chokepoints

storefronts turned to barricades

never say we didn’t try peace.

go back to poetry
go back home