Red Scare

I pity the rose for its color

How often it must be mistaken

For a communist!

And that’s the worst thing to be in this

Day and age, you’d be better off as a bank robber

A suicide bomber a child pornographer an identity thief

A Ponzi schemer a scruffy teenage boy charged with misdemeanor,

Let us call all of them communists because that’s the worst

Name in the book.

 

What am I afraid of? I’ll tell you:

I’m scared of isolation, climate change, death, and buzzing insects

But I’m not scared of red unless it’s streaked with white

And blue. 

Reviews

[Marie]

An odd poem, but good.People used to be afraid of communists; not so much any more...