Trump lost and I’m still
scared.
Is scaring us to death what Trump does best?
Are we prepared
to hear more brazen lies he'll tell
with bared teeth—
intended, at least, to deprive us of our rest
for the next two months. I’m scared
he won't stop mouthing his fraud
until the courts accede and agree he's blessed
of God. Are we prepared
to learn that American law
and tradition count for less
than the spewed words of a clown who really knows how to scare
us to death, at least? He’ll
assume the prerogatives of Lord
and have us old hippies impressed
into his new model army for having our rights impaired
stealing from us our social safety
net, for sure.
The rich won’t be taxed
to help feed the rest—that’s the biggest threat I’m scared
of. I’ll have to live by my
sword
then—sword that ne'er before was struck in such a test.
Am I prepared
to bust down and deal my share
in battles I confess
I never dared imagine I’d ever have to fight? That’s why I’m scared.
I’m ill-prepared.
