The Orange Dome

They rolled right in
They did their worst
This is what they meant
By America First

First to be numbed
By the idiot haze
First to be raided
At the end of days

First to be hunted
First to be shot
First to be chased
First to be caught

First to be tarred
With lies and snark,
Silenced by cover-up,
Carnival mark

The world waits wincing,
Biting its lip,
Watching us writhe
In our sinking ship

Knowing our cannons
Are ready and armed
And that even the last
Are bound to be harmed

Who knew one man
Could put all to end,
The fabric of love
Too torn to mend?

But what would it mean
To stand and to fight,
To bleed for your kindness,
To die for what’s right?

Who is prepared
For where this all leads?
What lessons are drawn
From our wisdom and creeds?

What shame do I bear
By remaining at home
While Minnesota burns
In the orange dome?

– Greg Blake Miller