"In A House Divided", a poem celebrating Antifa and DHS.

In A House Divided [Part 3 of my Relationship Trilogy]

An original poem by Chrome Dome Mike Kimbro

Consider reading along to my Spoken Verse Performance.

VERSE 1

It used to be hard to go incognito.

When hiding your face was inappropriate.

Now, short of the kind worn by Neato Bantito,

A face mask is the mark of a patriot.

VERSE 2

Gross injustices resulted in protests,

Which, by design, mess with our peace and quiet.

Shit got out of hand, so Trump brought in his best,

To protect statues during a riot.

VERSE 3

She looked good in black with red trim,

And like him, tried hard to hide her name.

Camo was the pattern that best suited him.

The streets were where these young folks earned their fame.

CHORUS

Antifa Queen!

Feisty college coed.

Oh, how fear of her team grows.

DHS Cop!

Or militia, instead.

Which one? Dude, like, who even knows!

One breaks the rules, and property.

One abducts tools, improperly.

On urban streets, where they met,

Each saw the other as a threat.

Then, like Romeo and Juliet,

They found love, ignoring propriety.

Now living in a house divided.

VERSE 4

Some say that their love's cause was understood,

To be some anonymity fetish.

Although bad girls always gave him wood.

And the strong, silent type got her wettish.

VERSE 5

To keep the passion ever ready,

On weekends, role play is practiced.

She goose steps in a camo teddy.

In an AOC T-shirt, he's no fascist.

VERSE 6

Later in life, when children bless their lives,

They will be asked: "How did you and daddy meet?"

Will they choose to respond by making up lies,

Or disclose their chance encounter on the street.

VERSE 7

Oh sure, the truth might be what you'd assume.

But, undoing the damage ain't that easy.

A poster of a Brown Shirt, in your child's room,

Or a armed anarchist, might make you queasy.