Homeless by Susan Castillo

On screen, images flicker.

A puce-faced man is shouting

he will make us great.

 

Crowds cheer and chant

Make America White Again!

Lock Her Up! Build That Wall!

 

Their hatred flows like lava,

viscous toxic avalanche.  It surges,

strikes me like a fist.

 

I feel the grief rise fast,

black ice that splinters heart and throat.

Huddled in the darkness,

 

looking from my window,

I mourn for my lost country, see rain falling,

hear bells tolling, tolling.

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