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Why Do You Want My Friends Dead?

poem about the repeating trends of fascism

By CT IdlehousePublished about a year ago 1 min read

I can read between the lines

Of your manifesto.

The same roads that led to death camps

Look like our own.

They say I'm overreacting

And God, I hope so...

God, I hope so...

/

Why do you want my friends dead?

All we've done is try to exist.

Why do you want me to die?

Am I really not human in your eyes?

Tell me why...

/

Hate is the product of fear and ignorance,

More than pride.

Why do you let it consume you?

It's all lies.

When they're through with you

You'll be next in line.

/

Why do you want my friends dead?

All we've done is try to exist.

Why do you want me to die?

Am I really not human in your eyes?

/

Tears can't express the fear I have right now...

Is it so simple to erase us from this life?

How do you sleep at night thinking this is right?

How do you hug your kids and kiss them goodnight

When you want to tear apart families

All to chase some mythical white, picket-fence fantasy?

You will not deny me my humanity.

/

Why do you want my friends dead?

All we've done is try to exist.

Why do you want me to die?

Am I really not human in your eyes?

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CT Idlehouse

I write stories and articles. Sometimes they're good.

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  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarranabout a year ago

    Gosh this was so poignant. Loved your poem!

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