Wearing White

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #313

Words:  lies, sad, hood, left, facts, orange, evil, right, march, stability, statues, torches

Evil dressed in white
robes and hoods marching
together, carrying torches
of orange flame, thinking
they had right on their side.
Invented facts forged
by lies. Despising all
but the white race. Sad,
unstable humans touting
hate. We thought their fates
were sealed. We thought we
had healed, leaving those
unspeakable years of history
far behind, only catching
glimpses from books,
and statues. We were wrong.
Those ghosts have awakened.
Evil walks, dressed like you and me.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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5 Responses to Wearing White

  1. Hélène says:

    You have captured so much of the present in your poem. Well done.


  2. Jael Sook says:

    This is so good–and the inspiration for it so horrible.


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