American Fascism

Tuesday, November 28, 1995 - 11:00

MY FRIENDS — I'm setting forth upon a journey I'm not fleeing, I am searching For the side that will be fighting What I fear. I wish that I could stay here A moment longer, Hug you all a little harder For I know soon I must leave you On my quest. But the world at which I'm staring Each day falls ever darker, And the more I hesitate — They grow in strength. From racist cops with batons swinging, To the Oklahoma bombing — There's really not much separating The end result. Their drums are closer beating, The same old black banners now unfurling, Along the road to Civil War We all must fight. ... Alex Middleton

From GLW issue 213