poem of the day November 6

Am I in

the new 

Germany?

An American autocracy? 

Last night

the beliefs

of a nation

did drown in

a whirlpool

of broadcast hate

An emotion of

division fueled

by an unlikely 

charismatic madman

An angry 

yet irresistible power 

which proved impossible

to overcome

by frightened lives 

of complacent acceptance 

controlled by 

constant screens 

constant screams

of disinformation

Love and unity

are now like

a second hand rose

A flower of hope

that does not bloom

just ask the Indians

about the power

of divide and conquer