“De Face Of De Crime” [War – Sub Series Number One – Reflections on Timothy Snyder’s Book, On Tyranny – Poem #5 – Chapter 4]
It’s symboled power that sweeps the globe;
From time to time signs heft the load,
For oligarchies focused-force;
Participants suppress remorse.I went into convention hall;
Guest speaker chatted – friendly, tall,
Like father – friend of my own kin –
Then turned cold shoulder (Nazi sin).I wondered why, then laughed out loud –
Pink buttons covered bulk of crowd!
I’d walked into a war-zone, blind
(I don’t wear tags of any kind).But I was suspect – ranks closed up,
Just like this chapter’s Commie stuff;
Then incident fed fires of rage –
“You different are – now you are tagged”.And sure enough they got their chance;
I’d had a caution in advance,
As I’d walked others through the mines,
And read the letters (quite unkind).Some think, “That’s just a small-time gig;
The real test’s when ballot’s rigged
At upper levels – no it’s not –
They work ahead of ballot box.“Night with its darkness is your time”,
Said Jesus in that garden fine;
That was one man; one crew; low fuss;
Not even institution’s muss.Size does not count – step to the plate
If you see building now defaced –
Spruce up and vandalism drops,
As does the work of harried cops.What this guy says is true indeed –
A symboled-present future seeds;
So plant your cross on yonder hill;
Say, “Me and Jesus think that’s swill.”Thanks Lord for this.
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