Dolls and Crayons

By: Bobin Park 

Dried blood and flames of angry resistance erase any trace of 

our founding fathers’ primary resolution of a free government 

Dolls lay trampled on a ground besieged by pitchforks 

The news is a myriad of terrors 

and the words “first” and “history” in every television channel 

Resemble a kindergarten fight over red and blue crayons 

An embarrassing contortion of today’s political discussions 

We’ve borrowed a paper and have drawn lines in the middle 

Where a monster starts a fire on the very columns that hold us together 

If you are reading this poem right now, 

And, now that you are reminded of your voluble abilities, 

Why don’t you start with the Constitution’s illimitability?  

In a land where we hold our freedoms to greater heights, 

Why don’t we also respect our free and “fair” elections 

I find it laughable that I had put faith that we are rational 

Enough to make a conversation to put our faults behind us 

And be expected to behave as adults, 

Now we can no longer take them as an example 

Even little kids can tell what’s right from what’s wrong