Things never end well

A burning bunker,
Dongo,
Piazza Loreto,
Spandau Prison,
Hiding in Argentina,
A gallows in Jerusalem.
Things never end well for fascists.

I live in a fascist country,
of proud racists,
various stripes of ‘phobes,
and outright nazis.

They take joy in cruelty,
their glee 
that of overgrown
pre-adolescent
bullies,
as they steal lunch money
from little kids,
swirling their heads in toilets, 
chanting
Ha! Ha! Ha! 
YOUR MOM!

The King Bully,
he commands an army
of masked secret police.
They batter ram domicile doors,
No knocks, 
no warrants,
No rights.
They tear gas citizens in the streets,
Terrorizing the very people,
Who pay the taxes 
that fund their paychecks. 

Fall in with King Bully,
or this is what you get.
The message is sent.
We’ll ship you to a foreign prison,
to be tortured, starved,
left to rot
left to die.
The Rule of Law broken,
Torn asunder.
Not merely bent. 

Due Process?
YOUR MOM!

Dissent will not be tolerated.
Dissent will be punished.
Dissent is a death sentence. 

I live a quiet life.
A modest life,
Of very modest means.
My most valuable possessions
are two mountain bikes
and a 2 horsepower blender
that makes
the most
amazing 
morning smoothies. 

I work hard,
Pay my bills,
Pay my taxes.
I love my friends,
Family, coworkers,
congregation,
and do my best to
be kind to all
humans, 
and all living things,
even if they are fascists,
filled with hate
and an overwhelming urge
to inflict pain
on those they deem
dissident and unworthy.

Even if that dissident and unworthy is me. 

Matthew 5:44. 
It’s a hard pill to swallow.
But it must be,
For the good of all.

I’ve been quiet.
But no longer can be. 
King Bully and his
minions,
they will not tolerate it,
Especially from us proles.
We will be cast
as “enemies within.”
They will scream,
wave their arms,
stamp their feet.

But
I am standing up to them.
And

Hereby declare:

“I dissent.”

I dissent with love.
I dissent with kindness.
I dissent as a patriot.
I dissent as a patriot should.
I dissent as a patriot must. 

I cannot stand by
and watch my country,
my beloved land of the free
and home of the brave,
as it is violated by the perverted
desires of 
men
and 
women
who abuse their sacred duties
to the people and the nation;
ALL for the sake of power, madness,
and 
sadistic glee.

They loot the commonweal
to line their pockets,
build monuments 
to themselves,
and elevate scoundrels
upon pedestals,
while people starve,
and die premature deaths
for want of decent healthcare
in what is purported to be
the richest 
and most righteous nation 
that ever has been 
and ever will be. 

Such strategy did not work
for
Queen Marie.

Do they think
they are immune? 

TO King Bully and his multitude of minions,

I declare:

YOU are the ENEMY WITHIN. 

With that said,
It may not end well for me.
I am small.
Powerless.
With no one
at my back. 
Virtually an insect
in the socio-economic-
political
scheme of things,
A mere cake eater
peasant,
toiling in
a dark satanic mill
of paper, bits, bytes, 
spreadsheets,
web domains,
word docs, and 
tedious office meetings. 

I may rot in prison,
be run over by tanks
Or summarily executed
For shouting a big fat
NO!
to King Bully.

If I do meet such
wretched fate,
It will not be wretched at all, 
For
I will know I have
died for Gawd, kindness, love,
freedom, and 
everything 
and 
everyone
making my nation 
and all
humanity 
so beautiful.

It is hard,
but I wish no
harm to the harmful.

Matthew 5:44 again.

But if history
is the best teacher,
we can all rest
assured 
That one day,
one I may not live
to see,
the fascists,
will meet their demise
in shame,
for having lived,
in tyranny’s name.