Thoughts While I Pack for Camp
This isn’t a poem – IT’S A WARNING
To inform your 4 AM scrolling
It’s all a show, don’t you know
Covering up fascist patrolling
The message is out of the bottle
The news tries now to flood
Hard to read, I concede, and
Stained with immigrant blood
They’re loading the cargo planes
Have you heard of the Dirty War?
With dismay, I learned today that
Shackled bodies are washing ashore
Back from the Florida amusement park
Where my daughter and I walked miles
Tell me please, how to make peace with
Funding Alligator Alcatraz for her smiles
We are all still posting photos here
Of sunshine and beach and traveling
Polite exchanges, they rearrange us to
Ignore Constitutional rights unraveling
Tensions between citizens are growing
Viewpoints can only be traveled by car
A future so violent, I can’t stay silent
And I’m judging you harshly if you are
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“A future so violent, I can’t stay silent ” I’m really hoping you’re wrong but each day’s news gives me no confidence in a peaceful outcome to all this trouble. Last two lines are power houses.
Speak your truth!
Amen!