Four words
once so reassuring
accelerate blindly
through my tender nerves.
History’s varied
and stormy swerves
have dragged us further rightward
than ought to be acceptable.
Only the most contemptible among us
have been deemed fit
to push and pull
the many levers of power,
and it shows.
It shows through the haze
of tear gas and flash grenades
and rubber bullets
and in the eyes of every blackshirt
that ever dared to cut a Black life short.
Four words:
“It can’t happen here.”
But I know better.
-r. miller
*Insert Propaganda Here* 