The Boogie Man walks again.
Not in fairy tales, but in campaign rallies.
He wears a suit now.
He speaks in slogans.
But the gravel still crunches beneath his feet.
And the dogs howl.
They howl because they sense a bad omen.
ICE agents knock on doors like ghosts of Gestapo.
Children are taken.
Families are shattered.
And the sirens scream not just in the streets, but in our bones.
Let this be a warning.
To those who think it can’t happen to you.
To those who sleep with the lights off, believing they are safe.
To those who mistake cruelty for strength.
I was a child when I first heard the sirens.
I am no longer a child.
I am the one holding the light.
And I will not turn it off.
Neither should you.
Not in fairy tales, but in campaign rallies.
He wears a suit now.
He speaks in slogans.
But the gravel still crunches beneath his feet.
And the dogs howl.
They howl because they sense a bad omen.
ICE agents knock on doors like ghosts of Gestapo.
Children are taken.
Families are shattered.
And the sirens scream not just in the streets, but in our bones.
Let this be a warning.
To those who think it can’t happen to you.
To those who sleep with the lights off, believing they are safe.
To those who mistake cruelty for strength.
I was a child when I first heard the sirens.
I am no longer a child.
I am the one holding the light.
And I will not turn it off.
Neither should you.
