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.
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