"The Parton's Poem" by Annabella Lynch

I ask the man behind the bar
With the gun
And the scar

“How does one drink a Molotov cocktail?” 

He scrubs a whiskey glass
“Why do you ask?” 

Because I hear the people in the street
And the thumping of their feet

Because these floorboards creak with rage
Over the graves of boys who died underage

We agree to disagreement

This land’s demolition
Is an ideological collision

But I see their cries to end classism
As a rioter’s fascism

The jukebox plays the national anthem