We own it,
we shrugged, we deferred,
we obfuscated, as we blamed
others who wore funny red hats,
we said little, we admitted our
weakness, and helplessness
of the alternatives to tyranny,
as we allowed the dirty secret of
otherism to live amongst us,
while many claimed they are the
worst of the worst, and deserve
their fate.

We own it,
for we outsourced tyranny
to those who are happy to carry
the orders quietly, secretly
to avoid due process, after all,
it’s not about us, as we are safe
until such time as we are not,
until such time we are expected to
wear the right hat, and learn
the right way, think the right
way, as we are fed their evil truths,
and it becomes our fate.

We own it,
we will know this oppression,
and the decline of the eagle,
and know the shame of colors
which run with pain and tears,
as we hear the cries of those
we’ve abandoned, as we are
pushed beyond freedom and
into the tenuous tendril holds
of power, a power which fades like fog
at sunrise when God’s light comes
for our fateful terrible judgement.