QUARANTINED INK

I Quarantined
My ink
As i had nothing
To say

State Mandated
Masks
Censored
My creativity
Exiling
The poet
From a socialist
Imposed
Cultural
Revolution

Statutes
Torn Down

Literature
Censored

Mark Twain
Becomes
An enemy
Of the
People

While the tragic& wrongful
Death
Of a man
Who was a criminal

Becomes a justification
To
Loot
And destroy
The American freedoms
That countless
Men and Women
Sacrificed
Their lives
To
Protect

I Quarantined
My ink
Because
My soul
Has
Begun to
Digress

Yes we
Want Justice

Yes we
Want
Equality

Yet our hearts
Our spirits
Cannot
Be driven
By
Hate

Destroying
History
Allows it
To
Reappear
As a
Nightmare
Shackling
Democracy
And
Letting those
Who
True intent
Is evil
To consume us
Like
A
Bolshevik
Rushing
RED Square
On
An
Early
October morn.

This Poet will live
And die an
AMERICAN 
may hate never
Consume 
My
Heart
Socislism
However will
Never prevail....

O say can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;
O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
'Tis the star-spangled banner, O long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,
A home and a country, should leave us no more?
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave,
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

O thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes and the war's desolation.
Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the Heav'n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: 'In God is our trust.'
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave![50]