I can’t talk to you about this anymore.
You keep saying that he’s going to change
And now you say that he has certainly changed —
Since the blood, since he got hurt this time —
Now, he thinks violence is a crime.
Remember the last time you tried to leave?
His friends all told him it was over
And then he hired those lawyers
Who also all told him it was over.
But he’s bigger than you, so you can’t win
— That’s what he said and then
He ushered his buddies in, the ones he’d lied to,
Flying monkeys in his zoo, and they trashed your House.
They trashed your House, your sanctuary.
You had a go-bag packed:
The Constitution, The Bill of Rights,
A candle to hold back the approach of night.
And you just knew that someone would come
And stop him.
And they did.
And they died
For you.
They died because they knew you’re better than
This.
You are worth fighting for.
Look past the circles under your tired eyes
And see what he’s done to you, my girl —
Give me your tired, your hungry, your poor
Has become: get your vermin off our shores.
And the huddled masses yearning to breathe free?
Now, that’s you and that’s me,
Because he’s back and you’re talking to him again
And I think you’re even going to let him in.
He showed up with a bandaged ear
And a fist in the air,
Screaming: fight, fight, fight
Everywhere
And you’ve conjured up Reagan
And tear down this wall
But he’s not pointing at an enemy,
He’s pointing at some of us all.
And he’s pointing at your heart,
Your conscience, my lady,
While he wraps himself in your flag and takes his liberties.
Remember who you are, dear girl,
Remember who you are.
You daughter of revolution,
You sister of John Brown,
You stormer of beaches,
You liberator of camps,
You freedom-riding warrior for justice,
You hold these truths to be self-evident
And no man like him can change a woman as strong as you.
He knows that.
He knows he has to kill you.
Don’t let him in.
~ Sarah Warden
Way to go Sarah. You've got that power.