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.
Copyright © F. J. Norton | Year Posted 2015
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