
Before they ever came for any of them
I was screaming at the gate
Before they took the first immigrant
I was bellowing in the street
Before they re-elected the tyrant
I was warning them like a siren blaring through the night
and now that all our days are full of danger and plight
Know that I stood up, I screamed, I warned, and fought
PLEASE, Dear God...don't let it all be for nought.
© 2026
About the Creator
Sai Marie Johnson
A multi-genre author, poet, creative&creator. Resident of Oregon; where the flora, fauna, action & adventure that bred the Pioneer Spirit inspire, "Tantalizing, titillating and temptingly twisted" tales.
Pronouns: she/her
Seattle Nightlife Report: Pony
Mid-winter Friday night. Early but already so dark. The days are getting longer but 6 PM is still pitch black. “Firepit!” You declare things after just a few seconds of solemn thought – not a request or suggestion, not a demand. Last week you walked around saying, “Hot tub?” to anyone who would listen. Or one afternoon you pointed at two men holding hands as they crossed 12th Avenue, looked me in the eyes and said, “Boyfriends.”
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poet6 days ago in Wander



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