Right Now
Your friends and family tell themselves you’re insane or unhinged.
It is safer, that way.
Safety is paramount.
Safety is all that matters.
Right now, they tell themselves the government cares about them
Right now, they pretend they trust the media,
even when the death ticker disappears
the day of an inauguration
Surrounded in soldiers.
All that matters is the orange man has gone away.
It doesn’t matter the laws in multiple states to track you, find you, and take you away to a concentration camp called “Quarantine”
if you refuse to test,
refuse to inject yourself with untested poison
combined with a novel mRNA, gene-editing, permanent alteration of your genetic code
that lasts forever.
Incorrectible.
It doesn’t matter that they’re calling
for re-education and deprogramming
at the highest levels.
It doesn’t matter that they resumed bombing the families in the sand
On day one.
It doesn’t matter that children starve and explode in Syria.
The orange man is put away, behind screens, back to a safe place
Where the Council of 300 and the CFR can give him his next task.
Division complete. Your mind: owned.
But not completely, not yet…
See, you need to put on three masks, now.
Maybe four.
You’re breathing too much.
You’re thinking too much.
You’ve asked too many questions,
Yes, even you who have cheered and bleated to mark your consent,
Even you who have voted and rallied and mocked the opposition
Ceaselessly, for years online,
Even you who have vaccinated your entire family without question,
in blind obedience,
didn’t even leave your house for weeks at a time,
not even to stand in your own yard
To breathe precious breaths unobstructed
or absorb essential sunlight
Just for one….fucking….second.
Please!
No.
Even you must be punished for the thoughts you had that wandered and wondered.
“Do viruses stop traveling in big box stores but not in my local hardware or book store?”
Just asking was enough.
Now bend over and get your anal swab.
You must submit in humiliation for your
willingness
to even wonder.
The power doesn’t care how long you bleated,
how many neighbors you narced out,
how many threats of crimethink you reported to Twitter and Facebook.
The power doesn’t care how much you talked about uplifting black voices
or celebrated transgendered youth.
The power knows what’s in your very soul,
and you haven’t given that up…
Yet.
Or have you?
Right now, your soul isn’t sure where it stands.
Right now, you’ve given away so much of it in blind terror, it doesn’t know if it can trust you.
Right now, you’re living in a split schizoid state
Between a past of anger and resentment and a future of pure terror.
Right now, you’ve already given up and lost.
Right now, your friends and family move away from you.
They see you’ve become unhinged.
You didn’t bend over fast enough for the swab,
You only put on two masks and
You looked exasperated when you pulled them off for a moment.
They see you breaking down.
Right now, you push all you have, your soul, away.
Quickly stab it and shred it to pieces for threatening you,
But it is too late.
Right now, they’ve come to deprogram
Right now, you must need re-education.
Right now, if you keep bleating and cheering, maybe they’ll notice
Your fervent commitment to the plan,
No questions,
Blind obedience.
Right now, this is your last chance to pretend
That you’re free,
Whole,
And safe.
Right now, you’ve abandoned anything left that could ever
Keep you safe.
Right now, you’re already done.
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