I forget where I was
The day fascism was born
In America

Older than me,
Of that I am sure,
But I was somewhere.
Somewhere pure.

I forget where I was
The day fascism walked
In America.

I was a babe
In the woods, not born.
Not yet, anyway.
Somewhere far away.

I forget where I was
The day fascism first spoke
Into my ear.

I was a girl
Naked, not afraid.
On God’s mission
For America.

I know where I was
The day fascism won
In America.

I was a woman
Asleep, but not dead.
Blasted awake
By a fake, yes, a fake.

And now here I am
I hear it’s last breath
I see it falling, falling, falling.
Wheeled and propped.
Armed and steadied,
As it dies a slow death
In America.

We, the people, woke up.