What are you trying to sell me?

A grill, or a sofa, or drink

A red, white, and blue ideology

That ignores human lives on the brink


An article of faith wrapped in dogma

Tied with a star-spangled bow

A car on a lot, an appliance

That will help me feel part of the show


I sit here conflicted as one who has served

And one who has questioned it all

I do not fit in to your nice little box

That’s been purposely fashioned too small.



~ by April on May 28, 2012.

One Response to “Conflict”

  1. No shit!

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