Resistance

today, I turned forty-five in

this year of forty-five squared,

and reports of strange fruit

billow up from the murk of

abject human evil

and I have to ask why?

and the riposte is simple,

the froggy f***s that elected

the tangerine trash can fire to

another term have made the 

dreams of another ethnostate

a probable reality

the bitter truth is the land 

of the held captive and the

home of the yellow-bellied

was built for mayo jars and

bottles of bleach

all other colors need not apply,

or that shall see what evil men

are capable of when they are

pressed into false oppression

and that is resistance history

in a nutshell, or what resistance

history is trying to teach the ones

that can be reached before

this nation falls off the cliff

into ethnostate hellscape

but can this march be stopped?

can we return to where some

semblance of progress is made?

but as the oppressed have voiced

repeatedly over time, what good

has supporting them garnered us?

it's especially true when the

oppressed are skeptical of

the ones that want actual change,

because of their mayo jar complexions

it's so complex that imaginary 

components need to be taken into account

and while the ones that want change

try to make things better for the

oppressed, the reports of strange

fruit may increase as the project

plays on

this is the timeline I didn't ask

to be in, but so it goes

time to fire up the rockets

of resistance to despotism and of

rampage toward bigotry, and let

stare down the barrel of a

righteous forty-five

the fruit in the trees should be sweet

and tangy, not malicious and malformed

bring an end to this project,

by fire happily, hopefully