I toss and turn
images etched onto my corneas
of your torches
your flags
symbols
of hate
It is the confidence
pride
with which you carry these symbols
that haunts me
No need to hide your identity
in this New America
led by a madman
who values nothing but himself
content to let
this country burn
as long as his ego remains stroked
as long as he can feed off power
chaos
like a succubi
until his belly is full
But we forget
he is insatiable
You feel comfortable
justified
to openly express your hate
your rage
your outrage
about all you believe you have lost
been denied
the war the history books declared over 152 years ago
still rages in your hearts
simmered and stewed across generations
you raise your hand in Nazi salute
believing your time
has finally come
in this cultural war you deem holy
I am awake now
hair standing up on my arms
dis-ease gnawing at my belly
chilled to the bone
Image of the Ku Klux Klan courtesy of the The Israel Times
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved
Indeed, alas.
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Christine Ray – Seeing evil standing proud.
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I swear I lose faith in humanity more and more every day.
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It can be a challenge to believe that sanity will return.
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