Maybe Antifa should rebrand and use their proper name.

[gfarber]

19. Insurrection

There once was a White House display,
Where a war on the vague was conveyed.
“If you’re not MAGA,” they cried,
“From your rights we’ll divide”—
And they framed every shadow as “traitor-made.”

They rallied some pundits to show
Tales of chaos (live on a row).
“You’re a cartel!” they’d say,
“For your funds we will pay” —
Though the thing they described had no flow.

They called it a terror with no head,
An anti-fascist ghost, it was said.
“No leader to name,
No office to blame,”
Yet the threats kept on growing instead.

“Like GWOT,” some voices would sigh,
A blanket attack from the sky.
No battlefield clear,
Just a broadened sphere—
Where suspicion could easily fly.

An attorney talked of a plan brick-by-brick,
To dismantle a phantom real quick.
“So drone if we must,
And film for the trust,”
As if justice and ratings could click.

They waved “insurrection” like a key,
Unlocking powers they claim to foresee.
A pretext, a script,
A democracy slipped—
As the law bowed to theater on sixtieth degree.

“Create chaos, confuse and inflame,”
Was the playbook some critics would name.
Cloud the crowd with a gas,
Label protestors as mass—
Then call out the soldiers to tame.

If the future looks late and austere,
And the path forward fogged by fear,
We have tools that are bright:
The ballot, the light,
And a chorus that’s steadfast and clear.

So ask now — what can we do if it’s grim?
Stand together: organize, vote, and sing.
Nonviolent and bold,
Hold leaders to hold—
Keep the remainder of liberty prim.