Can we stem this Fascist tide?
Weathered faces dimmed with pride
stand as one
united in hatred:
‘We shall overcome,’
words we once said
when we believed that we could make a difference.
Can we swim this Fascist tide?
It’s crashed into the US and Brazil tsunami-like,
All-but submerged the once-United Kingdom,
And now bursts its banks all over Central Europe.
Can we swim this tide
and make it over to the other side alive?
Or is it simply over?
Can we turn this Fascist tide?
Sure, we should rage against it, raise our hands
gunless, pacific, in protest.
This is my call to arms, to you:
Do what you have to do, while
I stand at the shore
thinking that my words
can make a difference.
Tonight, Grace at dVerse called for a protest poem. So here’s one I prepared earlier. Some writers choose to be conscientiously apolitical. But I believe this is the luxury of writers who live in an era of moderate politics. Unfortunately at the present time, politics have become so ugly that I cannot simply sit on the sidelines and pretend it’s all ok. So I add my voice to the many timely songs of protest.