Why I Think

Why I think the ashes fall

And the smell of sulfur

Of the bones burnt into lime…

There is a scent like death hanging over our country

Deadly, devastating,

I smell it twice a week.

I walk out, and the stench offends me.

I will not praise a dictator.

I will be wise, and hold my tongue.

The trains are dying, and being put to death,

But there is nothing that can be done.

For one man covers up the sins of another.

So, when the blood of patriots is spilled,

When the colors of our flag bleed,

I will stand, and say, “Look,

“Your cause was all in vain.”