In this History

Curtains of smoke...
But his eyes can’t disguise-
a lawless soul.
Cold.
Unkind.
Unwise.

History echoes
while Orwell sleeps.
The past repeats
in the silence it keeps.
In this history...
the past returns to call.

Tariffs starve the masses-
the same whose names
they disgrace:
of history’s queer, BIPOC, and displaced-
erased.
Doublethink festers,
and truth is replaced.

Gerrymandering sharpens-
a blade in disguise.
Voices suppressed
beneath patriotic lies.
History’s corpse
is dressed up in “choice,”
while power distorts
the will of your voice.

In this history...
propaganda wins.

A dictator speaks
of "protecting the land,"
through orange-tinted schemes
and veiled commands.
Oligarchs strike
with gold-drenched fists,
rewriting the truth
with imperial twists.

In this history...
the truth is dismissed.

Come all...
heed the call.
Before this nation
stumbles and falls.
Rise as one-
both big and small.
Stand.
Face the tyrant’s wall.

For silence
is a tyrant’s friend.
And history breaks
where we won’t bend.
But truth still burns-
it won’t rescind...
If we choose to stand.
And fight.