Threatened By Dreams Poem by Margaret Alice Second

I'm listening not caring what I'm hearing, nothing
makes sense, nothing leads anywhere - we just
drift on the waters of eventuality -with no end in
sight - we have a state-capturing President and
America has a Trumpeting Trumpster heading
for the White House: I'm drifting in

The empty lanes of mediocrity, translating with
no prize to give meaning to assembly-lane work,
so I concede I've nothing to say, nothing to give,
nothing to contribute, the role I play - what is it?
I'm a nonentity, nothing to achieve, no ideal as
lode-star: it doesn't matter what I feel -

Or what YOU feel, what anybody says - we have
a Zumadimi-Dudukini-Malema-dilemma and the
guru I like most declares the Donald as amazing
victor in the sweepstakes of creating through focus
and dreams: now I feel threatened by my dreams…