Collective Unrest

 

To The Nazis Who Marched On Charlottesville

January 2, 2019

We will replace you.

The torches you carried only provided better lighting,
allowing us to put faces to the hate-filled souls
we already knew were there.

We will call you out.

You don’t get to spew vicious, viscous venom
then blend back into the rest of us.
You cannot be both a snake and a chameleon.

We will not make this easy for you.

The fringes you have pulled from
are feeling the scissors edge.
And you know it.

We will not let you fray us.

 

Gail Bello is a former co-editor of the online literary magazine The River and placed third in the 2018 Plunkett Poetry Festival contest. She writes fiction, poetry and plays, her work has been published in The Sandy River Review, Ripple Feminist Zine, Water Soup, Turnpike Magazine, Bonnie’s Crew, and Pussy Magic. She is thrilled and honored to be published in Collective Unrest. Follow her on Twitter @AquajadeGail.

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