The distant roll of drums Note: This poem was written in August of 2017 in reaction to the horrible events that took place in Charlottesville, Virginia when the KKK, Nazis and White Supremacists marched and terrorized the city. Hate is selling well this year An abundant crop The harvest is especially good As curses and threats abound Taunts and insults flying through the air Like loaves of stale bread The sky is full of crows And vultures Circling The marchers raise their fists And chant their slogans “Praise the Führer!” “Heil Hitler!” “Hail Trump!” “Sieg heil!” They wave flags They brandish weapons Marching Marching Marching And we hear thunder sounding far off A storm approaching Or is it drums? Night and darkness Falling together Upon the land Falling Falling While America And Liberty Weep
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