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Apart at the Seams

  • Everett Johnson
  • Jan 23
  • 1 min read

Stitches are sewn, the needle slices through air.

It’s a CL-415, it’s climate warfare,

It’s a judge sentencing Trump to no time served

It’s a lesson our country has left unlearned.


Watch us come apart at the seams

Desperate to undo our nation’s dream

We forget it was patches that made us whole 

Now, this American life’s torn gaping holes.


Now remind me...


Was it a gunshot wound in a school parking lot?

Our children are dying, our blackboards shot.

Was it a gap in logic on cable TV?

From a pale-faced sycophant who won’t let us be.


The needle lands on a fabric-torn

By people coming apart, it seems

Piercing tough denim and returning across:


Can we heal or is all hope lost?

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