In a land where shadows cloak the heart’s desire
Where fractured souls seek meaning, lost in mire,
Ur-Fascism’s voice ignites a darkened fire,
That promises a bond through shared attire.
Born of soil and nation, the common claim,
Where identity is forged in the same name,
A unity that's stoked by fear and blame,
A national pride that's but a fleeting flame.
Enemies, they say, define the nation’s face,
Their presence fuels the hate, the deep disgrace,
A plot unfolds in every hidden space,
A shadowed conspiracy, a looming chase.
In this siege of paranoia’s woe,
The foreign threat becomes the central show,
But from within, the darkest fears will grow,
The Jews, a target, caught in friend and foe.
The plot thickens in the mind’s twisted reel,
Where xenophobia becomes the only meal,
A scapegoat to which all the woes are sealed,
A heart betrayed by what it feels.
Pat Robertson’s echoes and many more,
Reinforce the tales of shadows that implore,
A world where plots and fears are at the core,
And the inside-out becomes a feared lore.
Yet in this chaos, where identities are forged,
The truth remains that fear is thus engorged,
And peace is lost where hatred is extolled,
In a world where the plot is bought and sold. RC