Terrified

I wrap my arms around me

terrified.

He’s coming, They're coming.

Arms raised above their heads

chanting.

Children run streets barefooted

terrified.

He’s coming, They're coming.

Voices raised above the crowds

saluting.

Dead eyes watch the commotion

terrified.

He’s coming, They're coming.

Heads raised above destruction

embracing.

I wrap my arms around us

terrified of their future.

He’s coming, They're coming.

To bomb contestation

To build separation

To burn aspiration.

He’s coming, They're coming.

Taking us back to pavement soaked in

Black blood, Brown blood.

Taking us back to mass graves holding

Black bodies, Brown bodies.

He’s coming, They're coming.

Trumps coming — but so are they.

Those in disguise

trying to claim our bodies as a prize.