America 2026
- brucepressler
- Jan 25
- 1 min read
The troops are in Minnesota,
not rescuers, not peacekeepers,
but soldiers in the streets
of their own homeland.
American troops,
rifles lifted beneath gray winter skies,
faces hard beneath government issued helmets,
eyes that no longer look like ours.
They fire on American civilians,
the ones who wave flags,
the ones who hold their children close,
the ones who chant that freedom
shouldn’t come with conditions.
On screens,
the president leans toward the microphone,
his voice wrapped in certainty:
“This can stop, if you just give us your voting rolls.”
In the field,
the head of ICE, Bovino,
stands before his men,
his arm raised in the oldest gesture of obedience,
his mouth tightening into a grin
that history should have made impossible.
Is this America?
Do we still have a Constitution,
or only the echo of one
written on yellow paper
behind museum glass?
Am I dreaming of Tehran,
or did the borders shift overnight
while we were busy arguing online?
No,
this is the new America.
The one where truth scrolls by
between advertisements and silence,
where protest feels like prayer,
and prayer feels like defiance.