the politics
dance,
they dance
in open forums
everywhere.

they dance,

they dance
gayly with
rainbow flags
in hand.

they dance with
pistols strapped
to the hip and
bullets with
hollow point
tips.

until...

until each and
every democrat
donned their
pink puxxy
hats.

and they
danced on
the graves
of all murdered
babies they chose
not to save.

the politics stop
dancing
when the
heathens stop
perfectly healthy
babies from
breathing.

one day i hope
that my
political dance
will find these
heathen's graves
of which i will
stomp upon
and not prance.