Complicit
A poem
You who protest
the protest of disappeared people—
who give law abiding
citizens a reason to be shot in the street—
who fear (yes, fear)
football halftime done in Español.
You who tell girls
they asked for it—
who casually forget
assault isn’t part of childhood—
who forgive abuse
by putting every victim on trial.
You who bankroll billionaires,
believing the poor are taking everything—
who redact the truth
to save a bald-faced lie—
who storm capital cities while
saying peaceful protest is war.
Am I the one who let you in?