Tag: America

• National Anthem

  

  Oh, say, can you see? The hypocrisy, chaos, and hatred in the name of their king. By the dawn’s early light, vicious xenophobes parading as a militia. Barbarians climbing the walls to demonstrate their privilege; those savages stormed the halls without apprehension or regard. The world watches, until the twilight’s last gleaming.

  David W. Jones

  January 8, 2021

  Creative Writing

  America, Capitol, civil war, confederacy, confederate, Congress, constitution, flag, house of representatives, Militia, national anthem, Poetic, poetry, segregation, senate, united states, US Capitol Building, white privilege, Writing

• Oval Shaped

  

  People are dying from a disease, foolish delight with a handful of oval-shaped beans.

  David W. Jones

  July 16, 2020

  Creative Writing

  America, Beans, Goya, Poem, Poetic, poetry, president, president of the united states