“The Squeeze” [War – Sub Series Number One – Reflections on Timothy Snyder’s Book, On Tyranny – Poem #4 – Chapter 3]

Toothpaste is squeezed in many ways,
But “Bottom-up’s” how this one plays;
Like steerage on that sinking ship
Who all escaped – crew had a fit.

For they had fled that ice-bound boat,
Quite sure they’d drown (it could not float);
Reported in – “The rest have died”,
But swallowed hard when they arrived.

For someone let the steerage folk
Out from their tomb, then with their ropes
They got out to the ice-flows ’till
A rescue came – they were not killed.

Folks don’t take well to drowning thus;
Bad economics raises fuss
From steerage folks ’neath upper-class,
Whose boot’s on them ’till death, alas.

“You think we’ll drown? You’ll go scot-free?
Well, think again – for you will see
Blood on the streets if Donald goes;
Sure he’s a kook – but so it goes.

Toothpaste of “Opportunity”,
And “Paycheck that’s made out to me”,
Are drying up – all is not well;
So listen up – or go to hell!

Oh citizen, how came you here?
Has middle-class now disappeared?
Toothpaste moves up to mid-point soon –
Then upper portion will be doomed.

“We’ll not go quiet into night;
Night good or bad – we’d sooner fight;
Not fight each other – that’s no way
To regain jobs – and jobs that pay”.

But who is enemy we hate?
Look in the mirror – for its quite late;
But woe betide the catalyst
Who unifies Sam’s iron fist.

Thanks Lord for this.

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