June 24, 2022

I live in a sad, sad country

Today daughters lost human rights

Our streets erupt in righteous fights

Voices lift for autonomy.

He seated the worst he could find

I live in a sad, sad country

Five to four, leaving us to grieve

Nation’s nightmare, their eyes gone blind.

They won’t stop there; they’ll come for you

Your life, your love, no longer free

I live in a sad, sad country

Only their way, their truth, will do.

Anyone, everyone should see

Train’s off the tracks; what will you do?

Dare they go after Loving too?

I live in a sad, sad country

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Mona Mehas (she/her) writes about growing up poor, accumulating grief, and climate change. A retired, disabled teacher in Indiana, USA, she’s at her laptop most days with two old cats as chaperones. Previously, Mona used the pseudonym Patience Young. She’s published in Moments Between, Backwards Trajectory, Loft Books, Last Stanza Poetry Journal, Words & Whispers, and others. During the early pandemic, she watched every Star Trek show and movie in chronological order and online concerts. Follow on Twitter @Patienc77732097 or linktr.ee/monaiv