I dread the choices they propose
between what’s bad or maybe worse.
A shotgun wedding, I suppose
is something like when seeing worth
in hues of skin or acts of faith.
“You are either with us or against
come, swear allegiance for our strafe”,
I dread when bombing is defense.
Fireblossom challenges us to write about what we dread at toads, and you might dread many things, but right now I seem forced to choose between different variants of more or less fascist ideologies. Simplicity seems to be ruling right now, long live the grey zone., and it’s not just Daesh that hate the grey-zone, it’s applicable to all other kinds of fascism that is on the rise.