Like everyone of good conscience, January 6th’s white terrorist attack on our Capital angered me, disgusted me, scared me, and reminded me that we are never more than a few skipped stones away from carnage and fascism.
Sonnet №133 — Demons in the hall
This president, he fomented insurrection.
Urged his lawless minions, to storm our building dear.
Smirking, he viewed his militia with affection,
Said he, “their fealty to my evil has no peer.”
He had children ripped from parents; put in cages.
He stands with nazis and the klan, they’re very fine.
Blacks were murdered by police — that caused no rages.
His words hailed aloft by congress; their orange shrine.
A nation gasped as thugs ransacked our Capital.
They caved the barricades, to desecrate the floor.
Madness reigned; the rebels were demons in the Hall.
A deranged white horde; they would welcome civil war.
This hateful man would yet see himself dictator.
All of those who worship at his stool are traitors.
