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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