March To the Right

MARCH TO THE RIGHT Millions were harassed, everybody else were innocent. I stayed in my room The elected Spoke with bigotry as of a magic love potion, My eyes were opened in astonishment. In the screen my face appeared to me Like a twice cancelled evening show. I live well, but life is awful, so many advocates of this belief that day So many refugees crowding the roads. History was licking the lips of its bloody mouth. On the news channel, A man and a women A man and a women Were trading hungry kisses and tearing off Each other’s clothes while I looked on, With the sound off and the room the darkest black. Except for the screen, where now colors from droplets Of the rain, filled with the sun.