Screenshot of Trump rally for JD Vance, Youngstown, Ohio
Fingers raised instead of fists
above the mindless misfits
crowded for the cameras’ view
to appear more than just a few
sycophants and cowards driven
to defend the ONE who has given
rise to fascist liars who claim the prize
of a nation’s soul and its demise.
By all means stand and cheer, you fools.
You are now the ONE’s new tools.
The silent Ones allow the game to grow
beyond such crowds, as they sow
discontent and insurrection,
destructive hate and misdirection
to those who do not pay attention;
and attack those who provide protection.
History has seen this all before
The ONE whom we should deplore
markets to the envious a cure
of male supremacy, white and pure.
This has become the new religion
blessed by God, and all The One’s pigeons
who flock to rallies or T.V. screens with raised fingers,
birds of a feather, Qanon singers
prepare for the war-like days ahead,
while the silent Ones simply watch with dread.
Guns and slogans proliferate
while the ONE’s soldiers spew more hate.
Who will rise and say, “NO MORE!”?
Love and truth-telling are the only cure;
but, not enough now. That’s for sure.
Too many decades of greed seized by lies,
allowed by a nation which closed its eyes,
and by religions who sought to gain
power and influence over this game
has brought us so low the climb’s now too high.
The vote may be all we have left, we sigh.
And, that is uncertain as election
workers must flee for protection
and Ones take the place in order to assure
that votes do not count any more.
Never give up and never give in.
That would be the greater sin.
Get out the vote and then help others,
disenfranchised sisters and brothers.
Get out the vote. Stir up hope. Raise a din
of truth and love. Never give up. Never give in.
The vote can stop the war the Ones seek.
Do not remain silent, fearful and meek.
Keep your hands down by your side
ready to hold others’ hands, and help guide
every citizen up the mountain so high,
all equally standing strong, side-by-side
full of life, liberty, happiness and earned pride.
annarino writes 