How quickly it has come to this.
Amidst the lies of their non-existence
the papers surface,
a draft waiting to be numbered, dated, and signed:
eleven pages of White Nationalist
send-‘em-back-where-they-came-from
hate and what amounts to
ethnic cleansing,
turning a hundred thousand
National Guardsmen
on their own people.
How many of those
first- and second-generation immigrants
wearing their new country’s cammo
do you think would comply
with such an order, Mein Herr?
We’ve done this before,
in my lifetime
and yours,
when threatened by challenges
to the status quo.
Four young people
ended up dead
at a college in Ohio,
shot by other kids their own age.
And you would do that to us
again, Mein Herr?
There is no national emergency
involving immigrants,
no plot to blow up the White House or
even Target (no, white male citizens
who look a lot like you are doing that).
No need for the well regulated militia
necessary to the security of a free State
to participate in knocking on doors
asking for papers, Mein Herr,
and rounding up women and children,
fathers or sons
going to work and school each day
—unless you don’t like their color,
their accent, their food, their voices,
their music and art, their existence,
their right to freedom and opportunity
on a level playing field
that includes you,
Mein Herr.
