Suffocated by Fabric

a sickness is not cured

by wrapping a thin blanket

around the sore throat 

that exposes injustice.


a symbol does not hold

more value over a person.

an object that requires a steady wind

cannot hush the mouth that blows.


and blue, red, and white

cannot be the only colors

a countryman allows themself to see

while a spectrum taps on their shoulder.


allow yourself to feel compassion

for those that burn the symbol you hold dear to your heart.


they were told the thin blanket would heal them, 

but their wounds are still fresh.

This poem is about: 
My country


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