Trump-Pence signs. Such gawd-awful weeds. Sprouting in my
neighborhood. Could it be? That neighbors and acquaintances. Maybe some
friends. Have been lured. Onto a wayward
path. Makes me wonder. What it was like. In the 1930s. In Germany. When
the Fuhrer came to power. And I was
about to enter the world. As a newborn.
Safe in America.
Now here I am. In the year 2016. Living in Minnesota. With a sense of pending doom. Fearful. Fearful. Fearful of the rise of
another Fuhrer. Tell me. Tell me that I am overreacting. That I will soon
awaken from my nightmare. --Jim Broede
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