While Trump fiddle-fucks around playing president,
Spewing his white supremacist hatred,
Society begins to unravel, a social class at a time.
Anger and violence replace civility and law.
Among the rubber bullets and the tear gas canisters
Pure vitriol flows like acid.
Camo-wearing, gun-toting right-wing extremists
Clad in Hawaiian shirts like the Boogaloo Bois,
Believing they are exceptional and living in a democracy,
Fight their own Civil War against the government,
Amongst the masses of Black Lives Matter protesters.
Dissenters and demonstrators, virtuous and intent on making real change
While keeping their middle class, material-based, consumer lifestyles,
Pull back the hidden curtain of racism in America
For eight minutes and forty-six seconds,
Now a powerful symbol of police brutality.
The top 20%, university educated, belonging to the creditor class, hide,
Much like the orange-tinted racist, fascist faux president did,
Hiding in the White House bunker.
In the end, the poor will return to their sacrifice zones
And live lives of precarity. The well-off will stow away their placards,
Get up from their bended knees and
Return to their comfortable middle-class lives.
In this war of dominance, the elite will continue to profit and rule.
And unfortunately, those on the margin, seeing the insanity
Like Mistah Kurtz in The Heart of Darkness
Will remain on the margin.