The distant roll of drums

Note: This poem was written in August of 2017 in reaction to the horrible events that took place in Charlottesville, Virginia when the KKK, Nazis and White Supremacists marched and terrorized the city.

Hate is selling well this year
An abundant crop
The harvest is especially good
As curses and threats abound
Taunts and insults flying through the air
Like loaves of stale bread
The sky is full of crows
And vultures
Circling

The marchers raise their fists
And chant their slogans
“Praise the Führer!”
“Heil Hitler!”
“Hail Trump!”
“Sieg heil!”
They wave flags
They brandish weapons
Marching
Marching
Marching

And we hear thunder sounding far off
A storm approaching
Or is it drums?
Night and darkness
Falling together
Upon the land
Falling
Falling
While America
And Liberty
Weep