Either a Dream or a Nightmare

The rumors came first

I warned my family that the trucks would be next,

I said we could go to the the middle of nowhere.

They said we could wait it out right here.

In my dream, there was no context.


Then the trucks and men and guns showed up,

And I didn't say "I told you so."

They patrolled the streets and withheld rights;

They threw stones and started fights.

However, we were the ones to strike the final blow.


The riot in the theater was glorious;

Fire burned for many days.

The propaganda glowed on the big screen.

Defiance showed in our clenched fists and tattered jeans

When we battled through the rough haze.


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