I know paradise was never lost
and so, it doesn’t need to be replaced
by the maga king confused for a magi
while I look up at midnight, the moon
is an unblinking eye of a girl in sandals
caught in concertina wire like a vandal
such a bad hombre, probably MS-13
staring all wide-eyed like Why?
dressed like a peasant, only sixteen
and the stars are all her little sisters
hiding in the reeds on the other side
of the river from the Posse comitatus
still, there, the moon caught in the wire
staring, daring us to not feel torn apart
rifles in our hands, bullets in our hearts.
Really, don’t we have more at stake than to fear desperate peasants only wanting a better life. How many MAGA followers are willing to pick your tomatoes from the vine, clean your nice Disney Hotel rooms, fix your Taco Grande at Taco Bell? Get in line brothers and sisters. Fear of immigrants isn’t what tomorrow’s voting is about. We should fear more the hateful rhetoric, the lies, the loss of healthcare for a pre-existing condition, better education for our children, our good Mother Earth. These and so much more are the things we need to care about as we cast our ballots. Get out and vote for our children’s future, today’s many inequities, your parents and grandparents Medicare and Medicaid. Vote for your own future. Vote against the lies and hate.
We’re better than that now, aren’t we?