A park cooled by a canopy of wizened treants, rooted deeply in knowledge of histories past, presently waiting futures untold, now what of this day the 4th of June in the year 2017, how remembered will it be.
A gathering of four factions: First to my left the Unionists supporting the laborer in older times known as the common worker or blue collar worker seeking equal rights in labor conditions; Second to my right the socialists usually of higher education having a vested interest in political reform for the collective good; Third in front of me the pro Trump supporters made up of many classes compiled of supremacists, bigots, fascists, and hypocrites to be nice; Fourth and last behind me the anti-fascists – a.k.a. antifa – many are children of old school anarchists, while others are the new anarchist working to change the world by breaking down the old, outdated systems of inequality through means of aggression, fear, and oppression, sadly with aggression, which means they become as dangerous as the ones they fight against. Lastly in between all factions mainly the pro Trumpers and antifa was a fifth of the peacekeepers – a.k.a. Portland Police Bureau – paid to protect and serve, all communities unbiasly from the homeless on the street to the bureaucrat on the hill, yet here they command a stance saying we control this land and you will disband when we demand.
Lines were made, antagonists crossed, a Black Rose requested actions taken, while deaf ears amused by power tripping Blues stood in rows, as Trumpets fierce were allowed protected attacks against roses black defending compassion, equality, and respect. Crowds amass as time passes, energies fantastic with mirth and merriment we meet the hate that brings debate, sing stories of tragedies past lest not we forget historic mistakes that many lives did break.
A bright colored hero abounds, elsewhere innocents are tread on the ground while documenting the scene around, aggressive posture continue to grow bolder weapons shouldered, give rise to cautions noted though there is no doubt when they shout “time to get out!” Not all, however, merely one, their focus point all the day has been in fun antagonization looking to bait one to retaliate, for that’s all it takes, one mistake and your life they break.
Life is honor, record, relate, make no mistakes, all lives here are at stake, a break in the canopy lets light rain down, yellow smoke lingers in air pouring forth from the ground, where hands held high, compassion does reside, while blues disgrace as mace shoots this face, truth where are you now when the combative are protected and the innocent dejected, how can they condone being human, seeking solace, not standing alone.
With a rallying cry I speak, disturb the sound of silence, be heard make them see though humble we are not meek, protecting while defending relatives, friends, communities, our world family, from those who would dominate, control, and marginalize our civil human rights.