Papa says to build a wall to protect our homes for when the bad man comes. He’ll take our lives, he’ll take our soil, he’ll take our pride because that’s what the bad man does. Papa gave us guns last night, along with lights and blaring horns. We’ll need these tools for when the bad man comes. We’ll need them to keep him far away. We have to keep an eye on every door and ears to every inch of wall. Listen to me, Papa says, do the things I tell you to and the bad man will finally go away. We build our houses within steel cages. Blot the sky with Papa’s faces. We drench our lawns with oil and set it all ablaze. And when Papa tells us to, we jump into the fire. And slowly, oh so slowly, the bad man finally goes away.
11/6/24
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