AugPoWriMo 15

In my life I never thought I would see
Such desperation in my own country
Mail piling up undeliverable
As if we can’t tell the bear from the bull
Each front page offers a new distraction
Burying the new lead of fascism
Like democracy was some sort of joke
To those who take pride in not being woke
Obsoleting all the machines we need
To select sort sift sign harvest or weed
They say a rising tide lifts all the boats
That crash into shore not counting our votes
What remedy will help us to bash this
Simple enough: this machine kills fascists

By Joshua Keiter

reader, writer, actor, singer, teacher