When They Come

When they come for me,

  You’ll look, but you wont see.

Dragged into the street,

  Cornered, no retreat.

For daring to speak out,

  Guilty, there’s no doubt.

I’ll be gagged and bound,

  Starved and beaten down.

You won’t dare to call,

  To me behind the wall.

You’ll ignore my pain,

  As loyalty you feign.

And when I should expire,

  You’ll set my bones on fire.

Then they’ll come for you,

  Too late for my adieu.

LDT February 1. ‘25

            These are perilous times. In less than two weeks our new president has broken every norm, made a mockery of our democratic values, destroyed the Rule of Law, disrupted the economy with tariffs and freezes, jeopardized our health, and demoralized millions of Americans.

            He is trying to create chaos to anger the American people, including his own supporters. (Sorry, it was never about you.) There is a reason for this madness. He expects We the People will take to the streets in protest.

            If that happens, he will declare Martial Law.

            That is how American Democracy ends.

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