Amerikana Diaspora: Dusty shoes and Dirꓕy Soles

ꓕhey came with defeat’d flags,
Broken spirits and tatter’d rags;
Hats of red and snowy hearts treaded in black–
Cryin’ as though ꓕhey had just been laid upon the rack.

What a difference a day makes,
A summer’s assembly was cited as a riot,
But home-grown ʇerrorism walked unmask’d on a wintry day .

T’was once too PC to take a knee, n’
T’was once too much to stand for water with le grande nation sioux
And thus woe, lest we forget,
to Plant seeds of #Hope,
Plant seeds of #Compassion,
Plant seeds of #Love,
Plant seeds of #Inclusivity.
Seeds of change are in always in abundance in Liberty V. Gloria’s Garden,
but one most dare to have a waking dream.

They left on deflat’d winds,
Rudely awaken’d from a frenzy television dream;
Shoes stain’d by a Benedictian tree’s (Inimicus Fraxinus Americana) sap,
And faces worn by the stretch of fear for a day that didn’t come. Good night.

What a difference a night makes,
The flames of intolerance have quietly subsided.
Bathed in moonlight and star shine,
Luna’s scent calms the tears of pepper’d stain lashes.