Crawl on, soldier.
Crawl in the name of liberty,
Justice for all.
March on, sister.
With your shoulders slumped and spirit downtrodden,
March for your life.
Drain the swamp, fellow sewage workers of the republic.
Flee to the ballots,
To that last bastion,
The last remaining bulwark of our republic.
Cast your votes.
Cast them in steel and forge them in hot coals
Let your anger rage,
Break, blow, burn,
And make us new.
Run through the dogs,
Through the fire hoses,
And tear gas.
Cry, and salt the America of old.
Run through the deniers,
And **** sympathizers
Cast and cut them down
With your voices,
Loud and clear.
Let the peal of truth ring out,
Let freedom ring!
Invite Langston Hughes to the table,
As company,
For he, too, is America.
Choose the ballot or the bullet,
In the words of Malcolm X
Who, too, is America.
Just as surely as #MeToo
Is American
As American as apple pie,
As American as you or I.
March to the ballots,
March for your America.
Because
Despite the words of our current senators,
And those who would question your experiences,
And deny you were *****,
Deny you were shot down,
By lawmakers and police and agents of oppression—
Despite all their yelling and bravado,
They are scared of you.
Because, you, too, are America.
So march on, brother, sister, countrywoman—
Friend.
March to the ballot.
