Politicians speak-
But why are we listening
to the voices
that profit
from our division?
We echo.
They draw lines
across maps,
Across screens,
Across us.
at They hand us labels
like weapons-
Race.
Party.
Gender.
Belief.
Orientation.
And we fire at each other
while they stand there untouched.
You say you love this country-
Then love the people in it.
All of them.
Not just the ones
who mirror you.
Because when the shouting stops,
when the cameras go dark,
when the speeches fade-
There are no sides.
There is only blood.
And it is red.
