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The Untied States of ‘Merica (No, it’s Not a Typo)

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The Untied States of ‘Merica (No, it’s Not a Typo)

I don’t think you’re evil, I don’t
misguided, blind, naive perhaps
and I’ll just say it, I am hurt
to learn the things that you believe

when did the rock-a-bye bough break
I don’t think you’re evil, I don’t
when did we cross that great divide
where no one wins and wrong is right

I’m not sure how to fix this mess
not sure that we should even try
I don’t think you’re evil, i don’t
but you, but we, are different now

and I suppose it’s for the best
we’re not the first to meet this fate
when ideology meets hate
I don’t think you’re evil, I don’t

~kat
(A Quatern)


Broken

Some have said that we should get along
Smile in acquiescence to their rants
Give their vain ideologues a chance
After all, we lost and their side won.

But every backward step just feels wrong,
Spinning truth alternatives advance;
Some have said that we should get along
Smile in acquiescence to their rants.

Loyalty is tested to belong
We must follow like blind sycophants
Any soul who dares a counter-stance
Faces rage, as battle lines are drawn
Some have said that we should get along.

~kat – 1 February 2017
(A Rondel Poem)


The Bracelet

statue“Who would do such a thing?!” Mae Brown asked the Officer when he arrived.

“When did you first notice the broken statue Mrs. Brown?

“This morning. They must have done it last night.”

“Have you noticed anything else out of place?”

“No. Except, do you see the bracelet on the left wrist? That’s new.”

Mae thought about it for a moment. It looked like the bracelets she had sent to the neighborhood girls recently. There were the Monroe twins across the street, and Sue next door and Amanda on the corner. Amanda! Oh dear, Mae thought, such a sweet girl. What was I thinking giving a bracelet to a girl who lost both hands in a fire!

“Did you think of something Mrs. Brown? Anything you remember will help us get to the bottom of this.”

“No officer. Thank you for coming.”

“Well, if you think of anything, let us know.”

Mae wouldn’t be calling the officer anytime soon. But she would be planning a visit to a certain little girl to ask her forgiveness.

kat ~ 8 June 2016
(175 Words)

A story for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) prompted by the photo by Phylor that you see above.


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