Death to Compromise
J.L. Terrell
This country
Falls in on itself,
As people
Piss them selves white,
With fear of those things
Come back to mind,Moving us
Out of the picture
As if one finger
Had the power,While we scrambled.
And
I do mean we,
Not as if I
Could have had no part.There's stirring to be
Done, yet,
In this great pot.