The Land of The Grieved

Written by Abigail Sullivan

 To mourn and cry out for the murder of one

 but if it’s just one, there is justice for none.

 We call out to each other with hatred and blame

 but deep in the grave we are all silenced the same.

 Both tried to stand for what they believed,

This is America, the land of the grieved. 

The news turns faster than we comprehend,

 as those who lead us walk near the end.

 Is this a place where I want to be?

 for when it's my turn, there won't be a world left to lead.

 Let us now ask ourselves this, will we agree,

 when the land of the dead is the land of the free?

Disclaimer:

This collection is a work of poetic expression. The imagery and language are symbolic and critical in nature, reflecting on systems of power, civic trust, and collective grief. It is not an endorsement of harm, nor a condemnation of belief, but an examination of how authority and language are used and misused. Any religious, national, or political imagery is used symbolically to invite reflection, not to assign blame.