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empty hand With sweet, ripe fruit.</p><p id="a6d1">But instead, you do nothing. You eat the fruit for yourself And I wonder Who is really gripping the gun? Whose finger is on the trigger? Would I recognize your face If you peeled off the mask?</p></article></body>

The Police State

A Poem

Photo by David Fartek on Unsplash

You have the power To squeeze the wrist Of the hand that holds The gun To force the fingers open And fill the empty hand With sweet, ripe fruit.

But instead, you do nothing. You eat the fruit for yourself And I wonder Who is really gripping the gun? Whose finger is on the trigger? Would I recognize your face If you peeled off the mask?

Poetry
Poem
Politics
Police
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