Call it by its Name

Poetry from the Margins

Editorial Note: Wandering Elsewhere reflects my personal, moment‑in‑time reflections on the world I encounter. Any reference to policy speaks only to how it shaped my feelings and choices, not a formal critique. I’m not a political expert — just a human navigating his life.

It is both overt and covert.

Blunt and indirect.

It benefits the few at the expense of everyone else

I call it by its name.

I call it by its name

not because

when doing so

I am trying to change,

to change

the hearts and minds of the broken.

I call it by its name.

Not because

I hope to inflict pain

on the broken.

I call it by its name.

Not to silence its supporters.

I call it by its name to help it burst,

to enable its explosion

As I know it will,

Eventually,

Explode.

Its evil has lurked within each of us for too long,

and some have lost the battle.

That is what we are seeing now.

If it does not go somewhere, where will it go?

I call it by its name.

Because I am not sure who will be injured when it does explode.

I can not control the explosion.

I call it by its name.

For me.

For those who can be saved.

I call it fascism.