A Promise

By Cliff Lake

 

A Promise

 

What is the urgency?

What great fears have you?

The internment camps have yet to be built,

And you’re probably safe.

Probably.

Have you signed your loyalty pledge?

Not been asked yet?

No problem,

The order will come soon.

 

Why so anxious?

The Great Deportation has not begun.

Not yet.

But just in case,

Keep your registration number handy.

 

Has your healthcare vanished?

Or your Social Security sun-setted?

Never fear!

All that is still in the planning stages.

 

Have any voter rolls been purged?

Well, maybe some…

But you still have a couple of weeks left, right?

Right?

 

And let’s talk about whose taxes will rise,

And whose won’t.

Listen, concepts are being planned,

Don’t you fret.

 

Worried about those immigrants getting your free

(socialist) benefits? Why, by some accounts,

They can feed themselves – and do,

Know what I mean?

 

And what about black and brown people getting jobbed?

I mean JOBS, getting jobs or whatever,

There’s that…

And women’s rights, huh?

Hey, if they don’t have any rights,

That’s less to worry about, you know?

 

Income inequality?

Let’s be honest:

If everyone were equal,

You might not have the chance

To feel like you’re better than someone else, so…

 

And that Ukraine stuff?

If Putin has his way,

He might move against others in Europe,

But that’s their problem, am I right?

We have enough trouble here,

And if we run out,

We know how to create more so easily, dig?

 

So why be an enemy of the state?

Stay at home,

Keep your trap shut,

And maybe you won’t be bothered,

As we find new ways to redefine the term…

 

So what’s to worry?

Almost all of this can be seen

As someone else’s problem, not yours.

Not yet.

And that’s a promise…

 

Cliff Lake 10/18/2024

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2024

Location: 1100 S Ocean Blvd, Palm Beach, FL 33480, USA

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