Don’t erase my footsteps in the sand,
Don’t enrage the armies of my land.
My troops play with skulls of the guilty.
They will play with yours if you kill me.
Don’t smother me with borrowed shame,
Don’t soften the rules of this crooked game.
My enemies will cast the first stone,
But they will kill you when you feel alone.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 