Soldiers
On my land
A bolt of hot lightening
Jars my body
My eyes have been alert
For so long, waiting
Tears well up
In a desperate attempt
To soothe the bloodshot orbs
I can’t look away
I must be ready
For whatever fate befalls us
Hide the children
Let the animals loose on the farm
Hold on to my man
Wait
People around me, including in my family, have discussed similar scenarios for years. A woman I know was showing me her AR-17. How cute. And do you think you can hold off a phalanx of trained soldiers with that thing? Reality floats gentle over her head. Welcome to Trumpkinland.
Oh dear. You speak for so many of us, Sharon. I don't watch the news, but I hear enough in the periphery to send me off to hug my loved ones, and then go hide under the bedspread with the cat.