Martial Law

Martial Law

As I watched from my prison's porch,
even the sun was merciless,
casting harsh shadows
on the assembly of neighbors
gathered in the town square.

I saw the marching squad
of our national heroes,
charged with the duty
to protect us from ourselves.
And the two faceless uniforms
that escorted the judas goat
back and forth within the assembly
bleating accusations and
pointing a fated finger.

No dignity is afforded
as the treacherous kneel
before the wall, awaiting
the exorcism of their spirit.

BANG! BANG! BANG!
bang… bang… bang…
echoes the disappearance
of the Land of the Free
and Home of the Brave.