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.
'Before they noticed my anti-Trump tee-shirt And I became a victim of the Proud Boys' nice write, your shirt was a bull eye target, a sad reminder America seems to be split down the middle with those for and against, which worries me, the last time America had such a division the result was a Civil War.
A very scary scene indeed. Caught in awkward situation. Good that you escaped unhurt.10***
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The Proud Boys were in Germany originally the brown shirts, Hitler had there leader killed and some of them when they were replaced by a more loyal SS. The brown shirts and the communists first beat each other up and innocent bystanders in the way. Time to pray for America.10+