‘Something wicked this way comes’
“Something wicked this way comes”
The man with the loud voice,
made everything he shouted
seem right and important.
A lot of people had been
feeling less than, left out, unheard.
He said exactly what they wanted
to say but had never dared.
There were no consequences.
He told his crowds who was in,
who was out, who needed to go,
who was worthy, who was not.
When people got pushed,
it was “their” fault, those others
worthless, dragging down
the country best sent away.
The big voice boomed.
All the rules seemed bent
for the history he predicted.
Gatherings grew wilder.
The future was coming
straight at them,
down the tracks,
one white light
warning, a warning.
No one even looked up.
The speaker, a small man,
would put everything right.
He knew what they wanted.
Surely he would stop the train
just in the nick of
time.
Barbara Baldwin
Spokane