Ode to Three Months from Now

Ten and Thousands of white males have taken to the streets

Brandishing camouflage, bullets, guns and posters of
their incarcerated leader.

Looking to injure, to destroy
And shoot any dangling big word using Snowflake.

It’s hunting season on snowflakes as the wildfires
Hide their prey.

And pray is what they do,
That they bag their snowflake
And burn a book on the way out

For now they buy more ammo,
Lubricate the semi automatic
Part of their arsenal

And take another chug of
Their Cult 45. Liquid courage
Looking for chaos and bloodshed
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