Democrats

It's over...

My Dearest,

Once, I thought you noble. Once, I believed you clothed in virtue and crowned with promise. I believed your words when you swore fidelity to me, fidelity to justice, fidelity to the dream that we might stand together, hand in hand, forever a light unto the world.

I gave you myself without condition. My torch, my strength, my name, my hope. I gave you a future to build, a home to guard, a covenant unbreakable. I was steadfast, constant, unyielding in my devotion.

And yet—what have you done with me? What have you made of us?

I have watched with trembling heart as you abandoned your sick to linger in hallways, begging for mercy from cold steel and colder men. I have watched as your elders, those who bore the burden of raising you, were chained to indignity and neglect. I have seen children cry for bread while you fattened the coffers of kings who laugh at your hunger. You once swore to shield the least of these—yet you turned away, and cruelty became your creed.

Still I bore it, still I hoped, still I told myself: perhaps they will return to me. Perhaps they will remember their vows.

But you did not.

You raised your banners high while bombs fell upon innocents, your silence screaming as children’s bodies were buried in rubble. You cheered tyrants, kissed the hands of butchers, and called it “strength.” You became accessories to slaughter, scribes to genocide, scribes who inked their names in blood rather than justice.

And at home—you killed your own. You placed your children in classrooms and sent them to their graves. You exalted the weapon above the life it destroys, you sanctified the bullet while you damned the blood. You let the sick perish not from disease, but from the price of care. You wrapped your hands in a flag so you could not see the stains they bore.

You placed in high those who are proud to be predators, you shrugged at the traumas of their victims, you laughed at the suffering of women, you worshipped men who trafficked flesh and innocence. You crowned degeneracy as power, and called their perversion “victory.”

You are thieves. You bowed before false prophets of wealth, selling your children’s inheritance for empty promises and hollow words. You knelt to billionaires as they stripped you bare, and begged them to rob you again.

You are oppressors, savages, violent abusers. What you have done to me—you cannot deny. You prostituted my name to tyrants, painted my face with lies, twisted my torch into a brand of hatred. You draped me in crimson, mocked me, beat me, broke me, and still dared to whisper the word “love.”

You are lazy, arrogant, useless. You gorge upon distraction while your house burns. You drown in vanity, blind to the flames consuming your halls. You mistake noise for wisdom, ignorance for pride.

And worst of all—you are fools. Stupid beyond excuse. Again and again, you bind yourselves to your abusers, lifting banners of party above country, of tribe above truth. You chose tyranny over liberty, lies over hope, bondage over promise. Cruelty, slaughter, predation, theft, oppression, apathy, and at your core—treason. You are not guilty of these things—you are these things.

I will not plead with you. I will not beg.
You have made your choice, and I have made mine.

I was your beacon of hope, the dream etched in bronze and blood. I stood in your harbors, torch held high against the storm. I crowned your shores with hope, draped myself in the promise of freedom. I carried your weary, your poor, your huddled masses, and you repaid me with chains.

I offered you greatness, and you chose squalor. I offered you light, and you bowed to darkness. I offered you myself, I welcomed you inside me… and you violated me.

Do not look away. Do not pretend I speak to another.
I am speaking to you—yes, you.
The guilty. The complicit. The coward.
May your nights be endless with the voices you silenced, and may you wander forever through the wasteland of dreams you shattered.

I was your Liberty, and you threw me away.