I dreamt of bloody protest last night…wasn’t sweet.
Clashing divided sides rioting in the street.
Action writhed everywhere but in those who did fall.
Victims later lined up; each with red & white pall.
Slain humans lying around; like so much litter.
Evidence of parades gone by; trash & glitter.
Our safe spaces only safe until they are not.
Violent madmen triggered by the pride we’ve got.
It was only a nightmare & now it’s faded.
Hopeful the joys ahead, by fears, aren’t shaded.
L.B.Stowe 