Lines Are Being Formed

Voices
Choices
Heads in the street
Political
A revolution
Eyes with spots blackened stench
Riots
Black against white
Love is presented as lust in disguise
Inside we hide are true emotions
One may convey logic for fear
I shed a tear to numb the pain
New president
A wall
Yet where is the real voice
A challenge to be free is a question of time
Abortion
The saga continues