THE
STREETS OF PORTLAND
Secret federal
agents strike out
From the shadowed edges
of
Portland’s streets
and people are
Hustled into
unmarked vans
When the DOJ and
DHS take
Over the cities of
Amerika.
Nixon drooling
from the grave
As protesters are
disappeared
Like it used to be
in Chile
Like it was in
Argentina
Like it is in
Russia and China
So efficient
without witnesses.
But now everyone
is a witness,
Everyone films
everything
And sends it out
to the world.
So we see those
who would
Prefer to remain
unseen, the
Deeds gas masks
try to hide.
Each night more
people in the
Streets, linked-arm
lines of mothers
And fathers with leaf
blowers to
Scatter teargas
into nights held
Hostage by the
inadequacies of
One man thousands
of miles away.
One man possessed
with hate and
Fear, who feels
his fragile empire
Collapsing beneath
him but who
Wants to be Putin,
Kim Jong-un,
A whole military
junta by himself.
Even Nixon knew
when to quit.
--M.J. Arcangelini
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