The List

They’re taking down your licenseplate
They’ve put on the list
They have your number and your face
It is futile to resist

They call you agitators
They’d love to toss you in the bay
You’re all leftist instigators
They swear to make you pay

For marching on the streets
For standing in their way
It would make their day complete
If they could put you all away

There are so many on the list
It’s a job just keeping track
They will use an iron fist
When it’s time to launch attacks

They’ll sue you and defame you
Make your life a living hell
They will tarnish you and shame you
They’d like to put you in a cell

If you refuse to see the light
You will surely feel the strain
Every day and every night
Like a neverending rain

(ICE is keeping an “Agitator Log.”)

Jack Random is the author of Ghost Dance Insurrection, Wasichu, Number Nine, A Patriot Dirge, Pawns to Players, Hard Times, The Jazzman Chronicles and Seven Books of Poetry (Crow Dog Press). Read other articles by Jack, or visit Jack's website.