City Painted Blue (July 10, 2018)

Fascist police patrol

Strict rules community

Everything has a place

And place for everything.

Everywhere

One looks

Devoid of garbage

Or homeless people.

Sterile cityscape

Uninspired crumbling buildings

Flashing neon signs

Great Dealmaker’s name

Fill skyline.

People move

Like silent drones

Drab coloured clothes

From one building

To another.

Never glancing around

Instilled culture of fear

By ruling elite

With their mother's milk.

Defiance is

One way ticket

For reeducation

Disappearing forever.

Nightlife

Daily mandatory bonfire meetings

Praising Great Dealmaker

And his wisdom.

Unexplained

Or unsatisfactory reasons

Another reeducation trip.

Otherwise

Public spaces are

Silent gloomy tombs

Absent life.

Despite official encouragement

Population steadily declines

Back alleyway clinics grow

Coathangers displayed.

Stoic community

Awaiting deathblow.

Therisa © 2018

Author’s note:  Written for this week’s Poets United midweek motif word prompt: city. A bleak dystopian future city with a Trump-like leader. In Canada, conservative parties are represented by the colour blue.

Donald Trump (January 2, 2016)

Bill Day, December 15, 2015

The world is

Unfolding

Around me.

It feels like

I'm watching

An old Movietone Newsreel

From the 1930s. 

Instead of

Being shown

In black and white.

It's broadcasted

In Technicolor

On a cable news network.

As if

The world is

Experiencing

A bizarre case

Of deja vu.

With Las Vegas, Nevada

And Richmond, Virginia

Taking the place

Of Nuremberg, Germany

And Rome, Italy.

Even though

Today's date is

December 15, 2015.

In replacing

Jewish people

With Muslims

As the scapegoat

For America's problems.

As the level

Of vitriol and hatred

Is being spewed

By this crass billionaire.

Playing upon

The nation's xenophobia

And want of isolation.

Believing

That distance

And closed borders

Can protect them

From extremists.

Never realizing

This rhetoric is

Providing recruiting material

For the fanatic

On both sides.

Only thing missing is

The sound of jackboots

Marching down

The streets.

As the people stand

With stiff arm salutes

Chanting:

 

"Sieg Heil".


Therisa © 2016

Author Notes: Sigh. This poem took longer to write, than I care for, but I could find the right headspace needed for it. Especially, given the recent events, in Europe and North America. I do hope, the American voter realizes, the fear that Trump poses to global peace, with political stance. I say this, as a child of an immigrant, who came to Canada, in 1952, as a teenager, barely speaking any English.