A Chilling Reminder

Saturday, when I came out of the pharmacy I was startled by a blast of horns and sirens From a mile-long caravan of trucks and cars With flags waving — American flags flying With huge Trump flags side by side. At first, I thought the president might have Taken a turn for the worse at Bethesda Then, a chill racing up my spine told me I was watching a demonstration of raw power By his rabid minions intimidating weekend Shoppers. I flashbacked to the mid-thirties In Nazi Germany and scurried to my car Before they noticed my anti-Trump tee-shirt And I became a victim of the Proud Boys.