This poem goes out in honor of awe those who are resisting and protesting Trump’s ICE terror campaign…
Mine Furor
Have you herd
The furor
Over
Immigration
And citizen protest
Re-fusing to take any ship
From the SS Trump
With their not-so-secret policing
And their not see police
As cowardly men unmasked
In their cruel arts of ICE
And blow the surface
Of such titanic flailing
Icy burgs
A cross
The horizon
Of state executions
A nation rises in its see
A mine field
Of corruption and cruelty
To get to the bottom
Of what turns out
To be soully a lame duck
With the hard wear of the state
Silenced at the bottom of the see
In a tsunami of citizenry
