Dear truck drivers,
We see you,
And we’re sorry.

We’re sorry
You have become pawns
In this red-herring drive
To divide and conquer.

We’re sorry
Your sights have been swayed
By digital drones
Led by
A killer queen bee
Determined to destroy
Democracy
By distributing
Disinformation.

We’re sorry
They told you
It’s a fight for your freedoms,
As you willingly surrender
Your freedoms
To their lies.

You are free
To turn off
Telegram, Gab,
And Rumble
To abandon
The anger
They taught you
Hoping to release
Your rage.

You are free
To deliver happiness
In truck loads
Of three-ply toilet paper
Farm-fresh vegetables
And other essentials.

You are free
To return home
To embrace your family
And live free
From social media driven
Strife

There were so many thoughts running through my mind this morning, I had to get them down before they left. Please forgive the collection of mixed metaphors, alliteration, and imagery. I promise to revisit this post later and make meaningful revisions.