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The Worst Day

The Worst Day

A Poem by Jordyn

“Isn’t it great to be an American?” they say.

And it is, today, it is great to be an American.

But yesterday?

I saw the colored whipped by chains.

Chains the colors red, white, and blue.


I saw a shattered heart

Whose mother ate a bullet,

Whose father is now merely an image of broken misery.


I saw a man cradle a dying child in his arms,

She whimpered, “I just wanted to live at least once.”


I did nothing.

“We can learn from the past!” They say.

But learning can’t bring Them back from their eternal rests.

So be furious.

Be irate.

We can try to forget,

Attempt to let the memory errode and scurry…

Just like the leftover dust that no longer resides

At the base of the twin towers.

But They won’t forget.


Is a new day.

But yesterday,

Was the worst day.

And tomorrow?

I will forget the worst day,

And pretend that America was built on freedom.

© 2018 Jordyn

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Edgy, yet a powerful statement
Great writing.worthy of being read more than once

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Added on June 30, 2018
Last Updated on June 30, 2018
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